#i took one look at him and fucked up my shots

[zorosunwashedleftcheek]

Switchin’ Up Positions

Summary: OP men and their fav positions 👅

feat: Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Kidd

cw: f!reader, NSFW, spitting, biting, bruises, idk what to tell you this is a freaky fic

a/n: ignore how I already posted Zoro’s section. it’s NOT my problem… and i edited it bc it was highkey cheeks. Also if this is rushed… i don’t care

Zoro: ✨Riding✨

As a swordsman, he is constantly aware of what and who his back is facing towards. It’s been engrained in him since he was a young child to never leave area unguarded.

And as much as he trusts you, there’s nothing stopping an enemy from breaking down the door and stabbing him in the back while he’s balls deep in your cunt.

You’re the one who proposed the idea… and he shot it down immediately. He saw it as relinquishing control and hated the idea with every once of his being.

But he couldn’t stop thinking about it… when he’s on top of you, he’s never able to fully focus on you, his ears straining as they listen for enemies outside the door, waiting to attack him while he’s pounding your pretty wet pussy.

So after a few night of thinking, he begrudgingly made his way to your quarters and muttered something along the lines of, “I guess we can try it if you really want…”

And it’s been smooth sailing ever since. He still had complete control, one hand constantly gripping your hips to guide your pace. And he was able to pay attention to you fully and completely.

He found subtleties that he had never noticed before because he was too busy being paranoid. The way you would mewl just barely when his fingers curled and twisted in your cunt. The way your thighs would twitch when he pressed down on your tummy while also thrusting in.

Riding quickly became his go to.

~

He tastes of sake.

It’s as if he’s trying to consume you, his tongue jamming down your throat and his teeth clacking against yours. Zoro took everything he did to the extreme, and kissing was no different. He may not be super experienced or skilled, but he was hungry, and that more than made up for it.

“C’mere…” Zoro wraps an arm around your waist and drags you down onto the bed, rolling you on top of him and running his hands up and down your bare legs. You’re wearing a skirt… far too small for his liking. And watching you dance and twirl with others all night pissed him off. Sure, Zoro denied your numerous pleads to dance, but that didn’t mean that another man could fucking dip you, your head nearly touching the ground like that one guy had done.

Now the two of you are alone on the Thousand Sunny, the night still too young for the other Strawhats to retreat.

Zoro kicks off his pants and boxers in a swift movement, his cock sliding out to rest against his stomach, precum beading the tip. He looks up at you expectantly, a stupid smirk on his lips.

God, you hate that you know exactly what he wants.

Zoro grabs your skirt, bunching it up around your waist to watch as you hover above him, your fingers hooking in your panties to pull them aside. He licks his lips at the sight of your pretty pussy, a small string of arousal connecting your folds to the fabric of your underwear.

His hand slides to up and down your thigh, soothingly, before he brings his thumb down to your clit. Rolling his thumb with familiar practiced movements over your pearl, he watches with amused eyes as you suck in a harsh breath, your face flushing as you lick your lips.

“Put it in?” You huff softly, bracing your palms on Zoro’s bare anbdomen and rocking your hips forward to rub against Zoro’s length. His mouth twitches and he curses softly under his breath.

Zoro scoffs in response, using his freehand to pop open your blouse. He trails his fingers down the expanse of your stomach before circling around to unclip your bra, freeing your breasts to his hungry gaze. “Why are you asking my permission. It’s yours. You put it in.”

Your nose wrinkles at his expression, he’s looking at you as though you’d asked the dumbest question he’d ever heard. You click your tongue, but lift yourself off of him. Grabbing his twitching cock and giving it a few good pumps to spread his precum across his length before positioning his fat, pink tip against your leaking hole.

Zoro twists his hand in your hair and tugs you down for a kiss, his teeth scraping against your bottom lip. You’re dizzy just from his mouth, it’s astounding how you’re ever able to survive his cock.

You can hear Zoro hiss into your mouth as you slowly yet surely suck him inside of you. He’s snug, his tip scraping your walls with every small movement.

“Fuck… you’re good.” Zoro murmur quietly, breaking the kiss to watch your pussy eagerly gobble him up, your hips shimmying to accommodate his cock as it bullies its way into you.

“Zoro…” You groan softly, leaning back to brace a hand on his thigh, your back arching towards him, your tits laying tantalizingly close to his mouth.

“You want it? Yeah, I gotcha, just hold on.” Zoro plants his feet on the mattress, one large, calloused hand moving to grab your hip while the other paws at your breast, squeezing and rolling your areola. between his thumb and forefinger. “Use those pretty thighs and help me out, how about it?”

Zoro starts out with a brutal pace, never one to ease into anything. He enjoys the feel of your nails biting into his thigh while the other rests on his navel to brace yourself. Your face is all screwed up, your nose wrinkled and your lips parted as he drills into you. You work to match his pace, but you don’t contribute much. It’s alright though, Zoro likes it that way. He loves having complete control, adjusting how fast you move and how deep you take it. His favorite thing to do is grab your hips and hold you up until just his tip is inside of you, and then watch as you squirm and roll your hips, desperate for the rest of his cock to fill you up.

Zoro leans forward, sucking your tit into his mouth and pressing searing kisses and bites down the valley of your breasts.

Your eyes meet his piercing grey gaze and he can feel your pussy flutter around him. God, everything got you wet, didn’t it?

Your brows furrow, a pout making its way onto your face as you pant, strangled whines and moans slipping past your lips.

“Shit… fucking…” Zoro closes his eyes and drops his head back against the pillows, he can’t even look at you without getting the urge to cum. Your pretty flustered face and those fluttering eyelashes always did him in.

He has to end this quick before he accidentally cums first.

Zoro wraps an arm around your back, tugging your chest down again him. His lips attach to your shoulder as he adjusts his hips, allowing his cock to ram against your g-spot with each brutal thrust.

He continues to bite and suck along your neck and shoulder while his eyes focus on your thighs watching them twitch and shudder as your ass bounces up and down with each thrust.

“You… gonna cum?” Zoro chokes out as he feels you clamp down around him. It’s more of a statement than a question. He’s fucked you enough times to know your body better than he knows his own. Snaking a hand down to grope and massage your thigh, he drops his head back once again, willing his orgasm away for a few more moments.

Zoro’s wasn’t one to talk during sex. He was way too concentrated to try and string together sentences. But he knew that you absolutely adored the sound of his voice, the way it would drop an octave when he was aroused. And in emergency’s he knew that his voice could bring you to the edge with only a few sweet croons.

You give a small, weak nod, a whine tumbling out of your lips, “Fuck… yeah… ‘m gonna cum, Zoro. You’re gonna make me cum��� please…”

His lips quirks at your needy voice, god, you were so sweet to him. “The hell’s stopping you? I wanna feel you cream my cock. Come on… do it already. I’m getting bored.”

His words did unimaginable things to you, the low rasp could bring you straight to the edge. Within moments your gummy walls are clamping down around him as your grind your hips roughly down against his throbbing cock.

“Ah… shit, baby… I can’t-“ You coo weakly, burrowing your face against Zoro’s neck as he continues to rock your hips, his navel bumping against your clit with each steady movement, causing your thighs to tremble and sharp hisses to escape your lips.

Zoro does his best to ease you through your orgasm, but eventually he has to hoist you off of his cock and set you down on his thighs so that he can pull out in time. Grabbing his blushing cock, he finally allows his orgasm to tear through his body. Zoro’s eyes squeeze shut, his body tensing as he shoots hot ropes of cum onto your stomach. He can feel the evidence of your orgasm dribbling out of your leaking pussy and pooling on his thighs.

“Fuck you’re so messy…” He drawls as a wrack of pleasure shoots down his spine.

-

The two of you lay in your mess, dozing in and out of sleep until you eventually grow uncomfortable, your mixed cum beginning to dry on both of yours’ body. Zoro didn’t seem to mind in the least, his muscled arms wrapped tightly around your body, keeping you trapped as he snores softly.

“…Zoro.” You huff, tapping his cheek.

No response.

“Zoro.”

Nothing.

“Zoro!”

You smack his cheek, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to catch his attention. His eyes shoot open, searching the dark room for the cause of your yelling. “Hell’s your problem, woman?” He scoffs, raising a hand to his face and wiping sleep from his eyes.

“I feel gross. Let’s shower.”

“I don’t need a shower, I’ll wipe myself off with a towel or something.”

“God, you’re gross.” Sitting up on Zoro’s chest, you glare down at him. “Come on, just keep me company at least.”

“How about you ask the guy you were dancing with to shower with you.” Zoro grumbles, turning his head to the side to avoid your annoyed gaze.

“You’re still mad about that? You’re so stupid. Dancing doesn’t always have to be romantic.”

Zoro scowls at your insult, “You’re the stupid one, that guy’s dick was practically waving in the wind and begging for a hug when you asked to dance with him.”

“Oh shut up. I’m sorry, okay? I’ll never dance with anyone else ever again.” You tease, crossing your arms over your chest. Zoro’s gaze lazily slides to where your tits are being pushed up and squished together and his scowl slowly melts into a smirk.

You glare at his expression, but there’s no real heat behind it, that hungry look in his eyes has returned, his nap seemingly replenishing his energy. Perhaps there was only one way to get him clean.

“Shower sex?”

“Deal.”

~

Sanji- Missionary

Let’s be lowkey, Sanji’s default vanilla

He does NOT pull bc he’s such a freak, and when he finally gets together with you, he’s definitely clueless. He’s gotten all of his knowledge of intimacy from romance books and poems for sure

He’ll go along with anything you want, but his go to will always be good old missionary

He likes to see your face, to know that he’s making you feel good, but most importantly, he wants you to look into his eyes and see the undying devotion he has to you

He’s SO talkative, literal yapaholic in bed

He likes being able to lean in and let your soft moans and whispers fill his ear as he rocks gently against you, soft praises tumbling past his lips as his arms hug you tight against him

He's constantly searching for reassurance and praise, he wants you to tell him that he’s doing great, that he’s making you feel good. And in return he’ll whisper the sweetest nothings in your ear as he eases you through your orgasm.

He absolutely adores the feeling of your arms wrapped around his shoulders and your face burrowed against his neck. He can cum just from feeling your bare legs lock around his waist, and it’s happened numerous times before.

Sanji would never admit it, because it’s a little perverted, and Sanji is definitely NOT perverted, but he also loves missionary because he can feel your breasts squished against his chest. He loves sliding a hand down and caressing and kissing the fat, never pinching or biting, he wouldn’t want to bruise your pretty skin.

~

“Are you ready for me, love?” Sanji murmurs, his fingers continuing to pump in and out of your leaking pussy, your first orgasm of the night steadily dribbling over Sanji’s wrist.

You give a small nod, grabbing for your lover’s wrist and intertwining your fingers with his shiny, slick, ones. Sanji ducks his head down, kissing your knuckles and lapping up a mix of your cum and arousal. “Please, Sanji… need you.”

He could cum just from your words alone, but instead he gives a mute nod and leans back on his haunches. Sanji stares down at you with bated breath as he massages your thighs with deft fingers. “God… you’re beautiful. I’m gonna make you feel good… I promise… I promise…”

Grabbing your hip with one hand while the other guides his flushed cock to run along your slit. The cook’s breath trembles just slightly and he has to bow his head, his eyes squeezing shut tightly, “I could never get tired of you… you make me feel things that I’ve never felt before… I need you…”

“Sanji…”

Sanji knows that tone, you’re getting impatient. He gives an apologizing murmur, his face flushed in slight embarrassment as he finally rocks forwards, stopping once he’s half way in, his cock easing you open and stretching you perfectly. “You’re so perfect… I love you… I couldn’t live without your touch… You feel so good… so so good… please.”

You love Sanji with every bone in your body, but during sex, he could get a little preoccupied with praising your body that he nearly forgets he’s inside of you somehow. With a soft laugh, you cup his face with your hands and tug him down to your mouth, your tongue darting out to run along his bottom lip, “Shhh, Sanji. I know. Just feel me, yeah?”

Closing his eyes with a shudder, Sanji melts against your mouth, his chest pressing down against yours as he begins to rock his hips into you with slow, firm, thrusts. “…Sorry… y’ feel good…” He mumbles against your lips, his words muffled as he speaks into your mouth.

You go to respond, but instead, a soft moan is torn from your lips, eliciting a shiver to travel down Sanji’s spine. His mouth begins to wander, as it always does when he’s inside of you, and he trails soft, ghosts of kisses across your jaw and down your neck. “I love you… you complete me… y’ make me… ngh… so, so happy-“

Sanji is never one to be aggressive during sex, he obviously comply if you asked him to but he prefers soft, yet firm movements as he rocks against your pretty, puffy pussy. He wants to make love to you, make you feel beautiful and wanted.

“Sanji… you feel so good… faster?” You murmur softly, your back arching against his so perfectly as you gasp and coo against his ear.

Sanji very nearly whimpers at your soft question, your voice just too pretty, too sweet, to be asking anything of him. You were an angel, perfection incarnate, and Sanji would be a fool to deny you anything.

“Of course… legs around my waist, love, wanna feel you hold onto me.” Sanji purrs, licking the shell of your ear, eliciting a delectable squeak from your lips. Your ankles easily hook around the curve of Sanji’s spine, your thighs squishing against his hips and causing a weak groan to sound from Sanji’s throat.

You can feel Sanji’s stomach tensing as he moves, sliding his cock out to the tip before snapping his hips forward, making your eyes roll back and your back to arch as if offering yourself to the heavens.

The bed creaks beneath your body as your toes curl, your hips rolling to meet Sanji’s movements. “Good?” Sanji murmurs, his stubble tickling and scratching your collarbone as he slides his lips across your shoulder.

“…yeah. It’s good-“ You gasp, twisting beneath Sanji’s hands. Sweat dots at your forehead and you can feel your orgasm approaching, glancing at Sanji, you know he’s not far behind.

Sanji grimaces, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before they quickly dance away to watch himself piston in and out of your wet pussy, he listens to the squelches of your body as it practically begs for him. Sanji shudders at the sound, his shoulders bunching up as he listens to your body.

Everything about you is perfect in Sanji’s eyes. You could gut him like a fish and he would thank you before preparing himself into a dish for you to eat. You hold Sanji’s heart in your hands and he trusts you completely, knowing that you’d never break it.

“Damn it, angel.” Sanji hisses, running his hand down through his hair before catching your lips in a passionate kiss. “Please cum. Please, please. I wanna see you cum, angel. Wanna feel it- feel you.”

God, you can’t believe what Sanji’s words do to you. You bury your face again sanji’s neck as your hips buck up against his, searching for your release, “Come on…” You mumble impatiently, your face twisted; your nose scrunched and your brows furrowed.

Sanji leans forward, pressing feather-soft kisses to your furrowed brow and scrunched nose. His hand slides down your navel and lower, rubbing firm circles against your clit. His other arm wraps around your neck, tucking you firmly against his chest as his pace begins to stutter, shuddering breaths escaping his lips.

You writhe so sweetly against him, your heels digging into the small of Sanji’s back. He watches with rapt attention as your orgasm washes through you, reveling in the feel of your nails digging into his shoulders. Sanji feels as though he’s staring at an angel as your lips part, your lashes fluttering and your throat bobbing.

Sanji very nearly cums inside of you, too enraptured with the sounds and sensations he’s caused you to make. You’re mid orgasm when Sanji suddenly pulls out, his eyes widening and his breath catching in his throat in a panic as he coats your stomach with sticky cum.

Normally Sanji would never cum on you. As much as he absolutely adored the sight, something about it made him feel strange, as if he were defiling a priceless artifact. Usually, he would use a condom, or jerk himself off into his hand, or your panties on special occasions- your hand on really special occasions.

“Shit- sorry, sorry, angel.” Sanji groans, pulling back to sit on his haunches. His eyes glued to the sight of your covered not only in your own cum, but his as well. It makes his heart pound faster.

You hold a finger up, needing a moment to catch your breath, your thighs twitching from the pleasure. Finally you open your eyes and look up at him with a sweet smile. Catching his embarrassed face, you quickly think of ways to reassure him.

Sliding your index and middle finger across your navel, gathering up Sanji’s mess. Sanji watches, struggling to keep his eyes from rolling back as you bring your fingers to your lips and slowly lick up his cum.

Letting out exaggerated coos as you suck on your fingers, you grin at him. His face is beet red, and he sniffs, pinching the bridge of his nose with a groan.

“You taste as good as your food, baby.” You hum, your fingers pulling away with a pop.

~

Ace: Against The Wall

Ace is a straight up show off

He loves to throw his weight around, and casually display his strength as if it were normal

Another thing about Ace is that he’s impatient. He wants what he wants and he’ll take it as soon as possible

That doesn’t change during sex. Ace loves picking you up and throwing you around, his hands exploring your body as he shoves you against a wall. At first it’s simply because he was too lazy and impatient to make his way to a bed, he’d simply drag you into a spare closet or pin you against a door

But he soon realized that he preferred a good old wall instead of a bed. He likes the way you giggle when he hoists you up, your thighs wrapping around his waist (or in some cases his face), he over the way you cling to him, too weak to hold yourself up and relying on Ace to keep your from falling

Sometimes Ace likes to pretend his legs give out, he likes the adorable look of panic on your face before Ace quickly snaps his hips up, adjusting your weight and burying himself deeper inside of your walls, gravity helping to sheath himself deeper inside of you

You stopped letting Ace eat you out against the wall after a situation during a storm. A violent wave sent the ship rocking and Ace had gone careening backwards, falling straight on his back… with you still on top of him. It was a horrible experience as the two of you had made your way to the infirmary, Ace happily holding his two missing teeth in his hands as you waddled, a wound on the inside of your thigh that suspiciously looked like a bite mark.

You haven’t seen Ace in weeks. He’s been on some excursion, fighting someone or other. He hasn’t left your mind in the time he’s been gone. You thought of him while cooking, while fighting, damn it all, you even thought of him while cleaning the toilets. Ace is your other half, and it’s like you can physically feel it when he’s apart. When you can’t hear his laugh or feel his touch. It hurt.

But that doesn’t matter anymore because Ace is back. The ship has been a flurry of activity this morning, preparing his welcome back feast. Ace had arrived back home in the middle of the night and had been spending most of his time back in the infirmary before passing out from exhaustion. He hadn’t bothered to say hi to anyone, too tired to think of anything but sleep.

But now was the time to celebrate the return of the Fire Fist.

You’re rummaging through yet another closet, Marco having asked you to search for tablecloths, but for some reason you can’t find them anywhere. You’d prefer if there wasn’t any sort of party, you’d much rather have a quiet day with Ace, just him and you. Yet, you suppose that was slightly selfish, the rest of the crew wanted to see the safe return of their crew mate as well. Just as you’re about to give up on what you think is the third closet, your eyes catch on a hint of fabric poking out from the bottom shelf.

With an annoyed gruff, you brace your hands on the wall and hoist yourself up, standing on the bottom ledge and praying it doesn’t snap under your weight as you stretch your arm out, your fingers just barely brushing against the cloth.

Just as you manage to hook your finger in a fold, you hear the familiar squeak of the closet swinging shut. A curse escapes your lips as you twist around in an attempt to reach for the door, but in the process, your foot slips and you go tumbling towards the floor.

You yelp, bracing yourself for the pain that’s sure to follow, but it never comes. Instead you feel a pair of arms wrap wrapping around your chest, tugging you backwards away from the shelf. Hold on… those arms… they feel a bit too familiar.

“Clumsy girl.” Ace muses with a chuckle, pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek and tightening his hold around you, “Y’miss me?”

Spinning around, a grin already on your face, you meet the familiar eyes of one Portgas D. Ace. His silhouette just barely visible in the dim light of the closet. Adrenaline still pounds at your chest, but it’s mixed with excitement as you wrap your arms around Ace’s neck. “You scared me.” You scoff, a playful pout on your lips as you tug him down for a light kiss.

You’re expecting some banter in return, but instead; Ace lets out a groan as if he hadn’t drunken water in weeks and you were the sweetest of nectar. Suddenly his hands are slipping up your shirt to press against your abdomen, walking you backwards against the shelf as his mouth practically devours yours.

“Jump.” Ace pants softly, hooking his hands beneath your thighs.

-

Ace is thrusting into you with reckless abandon, the shelves creaking and groaning with your weight as the ledges dig into your back. Mouthing at your throat, Ace coos quietly, “Missed you so, so much, pretty girl. Yeah? You miss me too? You’re sucking me in right now.””

His hands devour your body, his fingertips warm to the touch as he pushes your shirt up around your neck. Ace pulls back for a moment to watch your tits bounce with thrust. His freckles glow faintly as he licks his lips.

Your quiet coos and moans surround Ace, your eyes kept focused on the door as if physically willing any crewmates from walking in on the two of you. You distantly pray that they can’t hear the sound of Ace’s skin slapping against yours.

But Ace is decidedly not trying to be quiet.

If anything, he’s louder than normal. A stupid grin on his face as he lets out low groans and cries of passion as if he’s in some cheap porno. You scowl at him, your stomach flipping as Ace brushes against your g spot. “Quiet!” You hiss, your scowl broken by a sweet gasp as Ace drives his hips up while tugging yours down.

Ace grins madly, throwing his head back and letting out a long, loud moan. “God… I missed you so much…” He cries out, grabbing the shelves and shaking them, objects wobbling and clattering together, “I can’t believe I’ve gone so long without your pretty body… your pretty little pus-“

You grab the back of his neck, a scowl on your face as you tug him into a deep kiss. Ace chuckles against your mouth, your lips finally managing to shut him up for once. You grab his hand, prying his fingers off of the shelf and guiding his palm to cover your breast.

“…missed you.” Ace finally murmurs against your lips, his voice much softer as he rolls your nipple between his fingers, his hand massaging the underside of your tit.

“Shit- Ace… missed y-“ You’re barely able to get your words out before Ace is slapping a palm over your mouth, pausing in his movements and bracing his knee against the shelf to hold you up as he reaches behind him to grab the doorknob. Your brows furrow in confusion, you hadn’t heard anything, but a few moments later you hear the sound of a pair of footsteps making their way down the hall.

Ace grins wildly, holding a finger to his lips. You know that mischievous look on his face. Shaking your head, you glare at Ace, already knowing what he’s planning. He quirks his head, pouting his lip in a false questioning look.

There are voices outside the door, some dumbasses chose this particular hallway to have some stupid conversation while you’re getting fucked balls deep only feet away.

Adjusting his stance, Ace grab your hips and begins to move once again, careful not to let his skin slap against yours. Biting his lip, Ace grins at your annoyance, using his freehand to massage your thigh while the other keeps its hold on the door.

You can feel him pulsing inside of yours, his tip ramming against your g spot with each thrust. It feels good. Too good.

Bringing your hand to your mouth, you bite down, your breath shuddering. Ace guides your head down against his shoulder, pressing featherlight kisses to your ear.

“Come on… good job being quiet, baby.” Ace whispers softly, resting his chin on your shoulder. His words are sweet and smooth, each thrust sending your heart beating out of its cage. “Gonna cum when there’s people right outside? I swear you’ve been gripping me even tighter since they showed up.”

Your hand moves away from your mouth to grip at Ace’s shoulder, your face is pressed firmly to his neck as your thighs begin to tremble from the strain of keeping quiet.

“Ace…” You groan, your words muffled as you grind your hips down against Ace, your clit bumping against his navel with each buck of your hips.

“You know I love your voice, but you gotta keep quiet.” Ace murmurs, “Can you be quiet, or do I gotta stop?”

With a firm shake of your head, your thighs tighten around Ace’s waist. You’re so close, you think you might actually start crying.

-

It feels like an eternity as you wait for whoever’s outside to leave, Ace continuing his steady thrusts into your wet pussy. He whispers quietly to you, his lips brushing against your ear as his filthy words flood your brain.

But finally, the sound of voices fades and you nearly sob in relief. “Faster.” You snap impatiently, too frustrated to try and be nice.

Throwing his head back, Ace lets out a laugh, “Yeah… yeah I can do that.”

Your brain positively melts as Ace bucks his hips into you with reckless abandon, each roll of his body causing his cock to drive straight against your g spot.

Shuddering moans and cries fill the closet as you writhe in Ace’s arms, squirming as you chase after your orgasm.

“You gonna cum, pretty girl? Yeah… me too.” Ace pants, “So you better make it quick before I accidentally cum inside.”

You click your tongue at his teasing but you can’t deny the excitement at the thought of Ace cumming inside of you. Fucking his seed up into your cunt and putting a pretty baby in your stomach. You know that Ace has… difficulties with the idea of fathers, but you can’t help but think he would be a great one.

Before you know it, you’re thrown into an orgasm, your back arching as you throw your head back. Ace just barely manages to cup the back of your head in time, stopping you from bashing yourself against the shelves and probably giving yourself a concussion.

Your thighs tense and your whimper, pawing at Ace’s chest as you slam your hips down against Ace, chasing after your orgasm.

Ace curses, turning his head to the side at the sight of your pretty face. Your cheeks are puffed out adorably, your lips pursed and your brow furrowed in concentration. Glancing down, his eyes catch on the small flame that had burst on his foot. Ace flushes in embarrassment, stomping it out.

Ace hauls you off of him, holding you up against the wall as he pulls out, your pussy tries to cling to his cock, and it practically breaks Ace’s heart. With a grunt, he cum over his hand, careful not to get any of his mess on your clothes.

“I want…” Ace pants, stooping down to grab his boxers and wipe off his sticky palm, “I want you to go to the bedroom… I’ll meet you in about fifteen minutes, ‘kay?”

He lowers you to the floor, pinching your shaking thighs playfully, “You’ll make it there alright?” He teases, wiping up any evidence of orgasm with his underwear before tugging your pants back on. Ace goes about fixing your clothes, buttoning your shirt, zipping your pants and fixing your mussed hair.

Once he thinks you look presentable enough, he quickly tugs his own pants back on, throwing his boxers to a corner and silently promising to grab them later (he won’t).

Pressing a kiss to your cheek, Ace opens the door and shoves you out with a smack on the ass, “See you soon, sweetheart,” He coos, walking in the opposite direction. He sends you a stupid wink before turning the corner.

~

Kidd: BACKSHOTS!!!!

BACKSHOTSBACKSHOTSBACKSHOTS FACE DOWN, ASS UP, THATS THE WAY WE LIKE TO FUCK!!!

Guys I may or may not love backshots as much as I love Kidd

Kidd loves every position as long as he’s able to see your body jiggle and move. He especially loves hitting it from the back in any way; doggy, prone bone, face buried in the pillows and your hips wiggling around, throwing your ass back against him like the needy thing you are

He’ll bend you over anything, a desk, a bed, the railing. Hell, if you’re flexible enough, he’ll make you bend down and touch your toes while he plows your shit

One of his favorite things to do is make you grab your ass and present your pussy to him, showing off the way you drip and leak for his fat cock

Kidd uses any jewelry you have to his advantages. Bracelets? He’s forcing them above your head while you practically suffocate in his pillows. Anklets? He’s tugging your legs apart until you’re nearly doing the splits as he bullies his dick into your tiny cunt. But his absolute favorite piece of jewelry that you wear are waist beads.

Even if you’re completely and utterly exhausted, too tired to move or even cry anymore. He’ll take control of your waist beads and force you to keep throwing your ass back against him, the fat jiggling and practically begging for him to slap and fondle

Let’s be honest, Kidd’s fucking feral. He licks and bites his way down your spine, leaving a path of red kisses in its path. By the time he’s done with you, you’re absolutely covered in Kidd’s lipstick. Red pigment smeared down your spine and across your face.

~ Metal clatters against the ground as your body is roughly shoved down against the cool metal of Kidd’s work table. Your bikini top has been haphazardly tugged up around your neck, the strings all tangled, showing off your pretty tan lines. Your skin tingles from the temperature as you lift your head to look behind you. Kidd grins wolfishly at your lustful gaze as he toys with the strings of your bikini bottoms.

Kidd isn’t quite sure what’s come over him, he’s seen you in a bikini hundreds of times before, damn it, he’s seen you naked even more. But the sight of you lounging on the deck of his ship, your skin shiny from tanning had made his heart jump to his throat. You had been sleeping on your stomach, the slope of your spine and the curve of your ass on full display for the crew to see.

He had been working in his workshop when he had caught a glance of you through the window, your tits squished against the floor and your lips pouted slightly in sleep. Kidd hadn’t even realized what he was doing before he was activating his devil fruit powers, latching onto the silver bracelet he’d bought for you and tugging. You awoke to your hand being tugged by a seemingly invisible string. You were bleary from sleep but you already knew what was going on.

Your captain was waiting for you.

And that’s how you’d been practically dragged to the workshop, your feet stumbling over steps and nearly sending you crashing into the railing. The crew snicker and whistle at the sight of your hand being dragged by an unseen force. They knew exactly what Kidd wanted.

You’re barely able to get the door to the workshop open before Kidd is grabbing the back of your neck and tugging you into a bruising kiss. His hips rut against your thigh as he drags you towards his desk, haphazardly sweeping his hand and sending his little ‘projects’ (deadly weapons) flying. Sliding a hand to your shoulder, he slams you down against the table, hoisting your hips up onto the surface so that your toes just barely graze the ground.

“You’re lucky I didn’t go out there and fuck you in front of the whole crew.” Kidd snarls, his hand groping your ass, his touch rough enough to make you flinch as he swats your thigh. Your hips jolt, your body jerking against the table as a sharp keen escapes your lips. “Maybe I should make an announcement, huh? Call everyone in here and make ‘em watch you cream my cock like the slut you are. How’s that sound?”

He chuckles, reaching down to poke and prod your hole through the bikini bottom, pinching your clit and rolling the nub between his fingers, watching the fabric grow damp with your arousal as your feet twitch. You twist around to look at him, your thighs clenching at the sight of your lover; he’s practically drooling at the sight of you laid out across the table. His bottom lip caught between his teeth as he kicks your legs apart, stepping forward and rutting himself against your clothed pussy, earning a gasp from your lips.

“What’s got you all worked up?” You tease, rolling your ass back against Kidd’s raging hard on. Even through his clothing, you can feel that one prominent vein on his cock that never fails to drag you into orgasm. Arching your back, you wiggle your hips in the way that makes Kidd’s eyes roll back as he attempt to hold himself back from fucking you hard and deep.

Kidd snarls, his eyes locked onto your ass as if entranced. In on swift movement, he tugs the string of your bikini, the fabric falling to the side to give your captain a wonderful view of your messy cunt and puckered asshole. “Tch. Show me.”

This was Kidd being nice, giving you a few moments to prepare yourself, because there are many things that your captain is, but patient is definitely not one of them. When Kidd had first asked you to expose your weeping hole to him, you had been an embarrassed, blubbering mess. Arguing and telling him that it was weird.

But that was then, and now it was like second nature as you ease a knee onto the table and reach your hand behind you, sliding your pointer and middle finger between your dripping folds and sliding them apart to reveal your pulsing hole to Kidd, arousal steadily dribbling out of your cunt and over your skin. Sliding your digits inside, Kidd watches with rapt attention as you scissor your fingers, preparing your tight pussy for Kidd’s above average cock. More slick drips down your wrist as your ass shakes, your knee jerking and your head dropping down against the table.

With a growl, Kidd unbuttons his pants and you can hear his fat cock slap against his abdomen as he watches your fingers eagerly “Whaddya need, baby?” He croons, his voice sickening sweet as he wraps a hand around your hair and tugs your head back up. Hoisting your back against his chest, Kidd licks up into your mouth, biting your lip and stealing the breath from your lungs. His other hand travels up your navel, across your stomach before grasping the fat of your breast, tugging and twisting. It’s painful, his fingers pinching and flicking your areola as if it were a toy, making you squeak and squirm against him. Yet your hand continues to work at your pussy, it was better for both of you if your cunt was plenty stretched by the time Kidd entered you. Once Kidd lost his patience, there wasn’t much that you could do to stop his from entering you.

You try to respond, your chest fluttering as you try and fail to catch your breath. Kidd’s mouth chasing yours every time you try and pull away. “Mph- Kidd… can’t-“

It’s not until you fear that you might actually pass out, black spots dancing in your vision, that Kidd finally pulls away. Lipstick and saliva smeared across his lower face, and most likely yours as well. “I said, whaddya need?”

You pant, tears dotting your lashes as Kidd finally releases his bruising hold on your tit, his hand sliding to your shoulder and shoving you back down against the table. “Fuck… fuck me, Kidd… shit.”

Kidd catches your wrist, stopping your hand from continuing its ministrations against your pussy, before slamming it down by your face, your eyes linger on the sight of your shiny fingers, strings of arousal coating your skin. Without a moments hesitation, Kidd aligns his twitching length with your entrance and bottoms out inside of you. One moment he’s outside of you, and the next he’s balls deep, his tip very nearly kissing your cervix.

A mix between a relieved groan and a chuckle fills your ears as you let out a ragged cry of pleasure, a sharp jolt of pain coursing up your spine before it melts away into a blissful throb. Your back arches and your hips jerk back against Kidd as he massages your ass, his attempt at comfort. Slowly dragging his cock back, the ridges of his vein catches on your ring of muscle and you shudder, a soft coo sounding from your mouth. Kidd pulls back until his tip is just barely lingering inside of you, his gaze focused on the sight of your pussy all stretched out around him, your arousal coating his cock and dripping over his balls.

You shimmy your hips enticingly, whining with need and impatience as you look at him over your shoulder, “Come on. Hurry up.” You huff, looking up at him with flushed cheeks and pouted lips.

Scowling at your order, Kidd scoffs and rolls his eyes, but the sight of your pretty face makes his heart jump, he secretly loves it when you’re bossy, “Yeah, yeah. You always say that shit and then cry and beg me to slow down a few minutes later. You’re annoying you know that?”

You open your mouth to shoot back an equally sharp retort, but all that comes out is a choked cry as Kidd’s hands move to grip your hips, his fingers digging into the flesh as he hauls your ass back against him, beginning his punishing pace.

Your core aches with each brutal thrust. It’s painful, the pleasure coursing through your body just enough to make it worth it. Or maybe the pain is what making it feel so good? You’re not quite sure that it even matters.

“Fuck, you love it when I treat you like this. You probably couldn’t even cum if I’m not at least a li’l mean, huh?” Kidd teases, his teeth baring as he ducks his head down. Starting at the small of your back, his mouth attaches to your skin, sucking and biting and licking his way up the curve of your spine, leaving a mess of saliva, bruises and lipstick stains in his wake. You taste of sun tan lotion, coconut oil, and sweat. It’s making Kidd’s knees buckle with how good you feel on his tongue.

“You talk… way too much…” You bite out, dropping your head in your arms as your eyes squeeze shut, your head buzzing with pleasure.

“Good thing my teeth are as sharp as my tongue.” Kidd snarls, biting down on your shoulder. His canines dig into your skin as he feasts on your pretty figure. As if to punctuate his point, Kidd thrusts into you, purposefully pressing his tip to your cervix and making you keen in a mix of pain and pleasure.

Stars dance in your vision as you very nearly wail, your body writhing on the table as you attempt to wiggle away. It’s in vain as Kidd grabs your hips and drags you back. “See? I ain’t all talk.”

Kidd snakes a hand around your front, his fingers digging into your abdomen as if searching, “I can feel myself right… here.” Kidd sounds triumphant as he massages the slight bulge. He groans as he presses down, your gummy walls closing in around him as he resumes his thrusts. “Maybe I should put a baby up there one day, how’s that sound, babe?”

You bite your lip, unable to respond anymore for fear that you might let out a sob. Tears dot your lash line, your face splotchy and your breath shuddering. Each rock of Kidd’s hips send electricity up your spine. “I-“

Kidd cocks his head, leaning forward to peer at your face. He grins rakishly, wrestling you into a chokehold and brushing your hair past your ear. He presses a kiss to your cheek, “Are you gonna cry? Go ahead, you know I don’t mind.” Kidd grunts, snapping his hips. He’s close, both of you can tell, he’s struggling to keep his rhythm, his hips stuttering every few moments.

“‘m not… gonna cry.” You choke out, the metal beneath the two of you has grown slick with sweat and condensation. Each time Kidd thrusts his cock into you, there’s a squeak as your skin rubs against the table. You can’t help but giggle at the stupid sound, your cheek pressed against Kidd’s bicep as your eyes roll back.

“God, you’re so sweaty. What’s your problem?” Kidd gruffs, but you can hear the hint of endearment in his voice. “Just cum already, yeah?”

You turn your head, your tongue lolling out in search for Kidd’s mouth. Grinning at your fucked out expression, Kidd eagerly accepts your tongue into his mouth.

You bite down on Kidd’s lip as your orgasm washes over you like a wave. Your entire body jerking and twitching as your hips chase after Kidd’s cock, sucking him in deeper and deeper.

Kidd watches with bated breath as tears slip down your cheeks, your cries and moans quickly swallowed by his eager mouth. He continues to thrust impatiently into your creamy pussy, dragging you through your orgasm while chasing after his own.

Your cum is creating a foamy ring around the base of Kidd’s cock. His face burns and he allows you to kiss him one final time before he pulls back, blood coating his bottom lip from how hard your teeth had dug in.

You feel empty as Kidd finally drags his dick out of your cunt, your hole pulsing with his absence. Kidd grunts in annoyance as he jerks himself off, his bicep flexing around your throat as his own orgasm washes through him, his cum painting your back.

“I’m gonna cum in your pretty pussy one day, and it’s gonna be the best day of our fucking lives, I promise.” Kidd grunts, releasing his hold on you and running a hand through his hair. He steps back from between your legs, admiring the view of your body on display for him to see.

The lipstick marks on your back are partially covered by his cum, oil and sweat still lingering on your skin as bruises form on your ass. Your thighs tremble, your fluids coating your folds and dripping down onto the table.

-

You wake up in Kidd’s arms, your body aching as you lounge across his lap, your nose nestled against his neck. He’s toying absentmindedly, one hand tinkering with a small trinket (bomb), while the other massages your thigh.

Your body feels as though it’s been through the wringer, your thighs aching and your core throbbing. There are bruises on your hips from the table repeatedly digging into your skin.

“Hi.” Kidd grunts, barely soaring you a glance.

“…Hi.” You croak, clearing your throat as you sit up to peer at Kidd’s little invention. You smooth a hand through your hair, groaning as your hands run down your face.

“I told you you’d cry.”

[wonderjanga]

Please Stop Shooting People

Captain Marvel has no problem shooting people or using a gun. It gives a few heroes a bit of whiplash every time they see him use one. Most hate it but a couple do love it.

Marvel: *in Gotham for whatever reason*

Red Hood and Marvel: *chilling together cause why not and just took down some goons*

Red Hood: “Buddy, why do you keep insisting to hang out with me?”

Marvel: *shrugs* “You’re cool.”

Goon: *makes a break for it cause he thinks they’re distracted*

Red Hood: *points a gun at the goon’s leg*

Marvel: *points a finger-gun at the goon’s leg*

Red Hood and Marvel: *simultaneously shoot*

Red Hood: *has to pause cause he heard a second gunshot and looks to Billy then the goon*

Marvel: *still has a finger-gun pointed at the goon*

Red Hood: “How did you…?”

Marvel: “My finger-guns are basically mini railguns.”

Red Hood: “That is fucking amazing.”

Jason wouldn’t be ashamed to admit that his favorite ability for the hero went up by like 55% at this incident.

Then there’s the time he’s used an actual gun, it shouldn’t be too surprising now that the JL thinks about it. I mean, Spy Smasher used one.

Marvel: *getting shot at while at a gun range, ignoring the shooter* “So wait, you and Lois are getting married?”

Supes: *also getting shot at and ignoring the shooter* “Yeah! We’re still working out the details. We don’t even have a venue, let alone guest list. Would you come?”

Marvel: “Of course! I’d love to!” *grabs a nearby gun that someone left behind when the shooter started shooting up the place and just shoots the shooter*

Supes: *has to pause and look to the guy whose now bleeding* “…OH MY RAO??”

Marvel: “What’s wrong?”

Yeah, this got to a point where the JL forced Marvel to come in and sit through an entire presentation that Batman gives about not using guns. Bruce also found out through Jason about the finger-gun thing so he made sure to include that. The presentation went on for an hour. Billy made sure to never use a gun again…

…Outside of Fawcett.

[sematarygirls]

meanpogue!reader visiting Barry cuz duh that’s her home girl and then sees rafe and then boom they’re at each others throats and Barry have to get them to stop fighting?

♯┆Barry Stops Mean!Pogue!Reader &&. Rafe's Fight.ㅤ  ۪ ୧

ᰋ. ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎barry is sick and tiredddddd of them ‎‎ ‎ ‎ : ‎‎ ‎ ‎WARNINGS . . . drugs, suggestive content.   ̼ ₊

THE MUSK OF weed and sweat hung heavy in the air of Barry's trailer, surrounding the two of you like a perfume as you sat on his couch with your legs slung over his lap. A joint was settled between his lips as you two mindlessly watched a comedy movie, occasionally passing the joint back and forth.

“You hear what went down at the bonfire?” you asked, glancing over at him as he took a drag before passing it over to you. You took it, the movement natural. Barry had been your friend—and fuck buddy—for years. He was a dick sometimes, but he gave good advice and was always there to hang out when you were having a bad day. Plus, he was better in bed than one would expect.

Barry grinned lazily, his head rolling to the side to look at you, gold tooth glinting in the dull light. “Yeah, heard you dropped Thornton on his ass. ‘Bout time someone did.”

“Your little kook boyfriend was there," you teased, blowing out a puff of smoke as Barry ran his hands along your bare legs, trailing upwards.

Barry scoffed, shaking his head and reaching over to snatch the joint back. “The fuck you talkin’ about?”

You smirked, watching him as he placed the joint back between his lips. “You and Rafe Cameron spend a whole lotta time together for two people who don’t fuck.”

Barry rolled his eyes, giving your thigh a squeeze. “Only person I’m fuckin’ is sittin’ in my lap runnin’ her mouth.”

You laughed, your head falling back against the pillow behind you. The warmth on your thigh was familiar, comforting even. Your high was making you feel more relaxed, your body heating up as his hand ran slightly higher in a way that was extremely welcome.

Just as Barry's fingertips grazed the edge of your shorts, the sound of a purring engine rolling up outside cut through the air. Barry groaned, head lolling back. “Fuckin’ hell. Who the fuck?”

“Your customers are real cock blockers,” you huffed, rolling your head to the side to see who would come barging in. Your relaxation seemed to completely evaporate as the door swung open and Rafe Cameron walked in, wearing that same entitled demeanor.

Your eyes narrowed as you sat up, pulling your legs from Barry's lap, so you could properly glare at him. “The fuck you doing here, Cameron?" You scowled.

“I wasn't aware you were fucking the local drug dealer,” Rafe snorted, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Don't let me stop you," he smirked.

Barry's eyes flickered to you, a warning in his gaze. You weren't supposed to interfere with business, then Barry wouldn't be so kind, but when it came to Rafe, you couldn't help yourself. “Like you don’t come crawling to him every time you need your next fix,” you shot back, tilting your head, daring him to deny it.

That hit a nerve. His smirk fathered, a muscle in his jaw ticking. “Watch your mouth, pogue.” That word. That fucking word. Like it meant you were beneath him. Like he wasn’t standing here, in the Cut, doing some shady shit with a shady dealer.

You stood up from the couch in one smooth motion, your body coiled with tension, every nerve in your system screaming at you to put Rafe in his place. You felt the heat of the high mixing with the anger rising in your chest, and you weren't going to let him get away with talking down to you, not in your friend's home.

Before you could take a step forward, Barry's hand closed around your wrist, tugging you back onto the couch. “That's enough,” he warned you, his voice sharp—a tone he hardly ever took with you.

“Yeah, call off your bitch, Barry," Rafe sneered, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Alright, get the fuck out,” Barry told him, standing up. Your eyes widened. Barry had defended you to nosey and leering customers before, but he never dared kick them out. It made your panties damp as you watched it unfold. “Come back when you've cooled the fuck down, but you're not gonna disrespect my girl in my house.”

Rafe's jaw clench, clearly not having expected Barry to take your side. He took a breath, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “Look, just give me my shit, Barry. I need it,” he said, fishing some hundred dollar bills from his back pocket.

Barry's eyes narrowed as he watched Rafe, his stance tense, but his voice remained calm. “You think I’m just gonna give it to you after you come in here talkin’ like that?” He took a step forward, towering over Rafe, his presence demanding authority. “Nah, man, you need to learn some fuckin' respect.”

“Fuck you, man,” Rafe scoffed, his hands balling into fists at his side. You half-thought he might push it, maybe start a fight, but everyone in the room knew that Barry would pull a gun on his country club ass faster than he could throw a punch. “Whatever,” he mumbled, turning and storming out, letting the door slam behind him.

“Fuckin' junkie," you muttered, leaning back against the couch and crossing your arms, your mood obviously soured.

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tags .ᐟ   @cometmultiverse / @lovemesailor / @all4l0vee / @kissesfrmriri / @bradshawed / @rafeslittleangel / @bakugouswaif / @fakedhearts / @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 / @ltristessedureratoujours / @ethanthequeefqueen /

[bubbbii]

Mr. Cocky

title : Mr. Cocky

pairing : Jungkook x Reader

genre : Jungkook smut, BTS smut, kpop smut, dirty content

warnings : spanking, degrading, spitting, hair - pulling, name calling, doggystyle, missionary, choking, multiple orgasms, teasing, 21+ content

Summary :

“Let’s see how long you last .. until i fuck the cockiness outta you”

[Requested]

!PURELY FICTION! !NOT REAL!

do not steal story or idea without permission thank uu :)

Legoo

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“And one good reason you don’t think he’s gonna invite us” “He knows i hate him, he knows you hate him. And i don’t care if we have connections with Hoseok and Yoongi, the shit isn’t happening” Momo sighed, rolling her eyes as we got out my car to walk into the university. “You never know-“ “Momo” Momo nodded, keeping her mouth shut as we walked.

“You have a crush on Hoseok don’t you” “YES! I DO! He’s just so hot with everything he does and then - he just smells so good-“ “Oh thank you i know i smell good” We looked up to see Jungkook with that cocky smirk of his, along side Hoseok and his friend Taehyung. I rolled my eyes, knowing what’s to come. “H-Hey, Mr Jeon” I gave Momo the craziest look on earth, hitting her arm as she looked at me shocked.

“Since when !?” “You see how empowering he is?” “He can’t even spell empowering” I snapped back, looking at the 3 as i crossed my arms. “What do you want?” Jungkook looked at me up and down, that smirk not leaving his face as he took a step closer. “I’m hosting something tonight, be there. My house” I raised an eyebrow, feeling Momo’s excitement behind me.

“Oh we’re invited!” “Who he demanding?” “We just wanted you guys to tag along! You guys seem very nice people” Taehyung spoke up, smiling shyly. I winked at the boy, making his cheeks turn into a blush red and saw Jungkook’s smirk fall off. “I guess, we’ll be there. You not making nobody pay is you?” “Oh no maam” I smirked, looking at Taehyung. “Good, thank you for that” Taehyung’s cheeks became a blood red at my calming voice.

Which sent Jungkook over the edge.

“STOP” We all looked at him, seeing him huff and roll his eyes. “Tired of this shit, gahdamnit. Be there. 7 pm” “Where’s your class beautiful?” Momo followed Hoseok, going inside the building. “Taehyung move” Taehyung quickly followed the duo inside and it was just me and him. “What?” “You .. the fuck was that?” “The fuck was what? I do what the hell i want” “That’s my friend damnit!” I smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh? .. And since when you were in control of me? Look,” I started as i got closer to him. “You’re not as cool as you think. And don’t think i don’t know what you want, what you crave, what you desire. But baby i can let you know now? I’m the last person you should be demanding anything to” I whispered, looking him up and down before nudging the shoulder, leaving him there.

I went inside , seeing the the three at Momo’s locker and went towards them. “C-Can we go!?” I looked at the two men, sighing and looked at my excited best friend. “Alright, we’ll be there” Momo cheered, hugging me with excitement. “We’re gonna have so much fun i just know it!” “Mhm, and you?” I pointed at the two men. “Don’t think i trust you either” I finished, before pushing aside them and went towards my class . And i meant that.

6:30 pm.

Author POV

“Y/N COME ON ITS 6:30!” Y/N fluffed her hair, looking at herself one more time before smirking at herself. “Lookin good girl, lookin good” Y/N whispered to herself before spraying her perfume on and grabbed her purse before going down to meet her friend. “Oh my goodness, you look gorgeous!” Y/N smiled brightly, going towards Momo. “You and me both ok!? Someone’s tryna shoot their shot huh” “You know it, it’s been too long, and we’re fina graduate. I need to do something” “Well you’re definitely the catch, you wore those heels huh?” “Just for him” They laughed, getting their stuff together.

Soon Y/N’a phone started ringing, catching both of women’s attention and Y/N looked down to see Yoongi’s contact. “Oh it’s Yoongi” Y/N answered it, seeing his face pop up. “Yoongles, wassup” “Ya’ll got invited it looks like” “We sure did and guess who’s shooting their shot” Momo popped up, seeing Yoongi roll her eyes at the comment having them laugh. “Oh brother don’t even bother, ya’ll both on the same page with that one” Momo’s eyes widened, looking at the two of them and soon began to scream around the house.

“Done got her started” The two chuckled as Y/N leaned against the kitchen island. “That’s not why i called you … who gave you the invite?” “You know who, and I only agreed because Momo really wanted to go … and plus Hoseok, so” Yoongi hummed. “You know I came here to be messenger, for Jungkook” Y/N rolled her eyes, sighing heavily as she had a gut feeling.

“I don’t care” “but he does, it’s bothering him! And it’s bothering you too” “how do you know that?” “Because I know my best friend? And I know when something is bothering her” Y/N sighed again, rolling her eyes as she heard Yoongi sigh over the phone. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be for me. You know why he invited you guys especially you. He wants to see you” “Ok i’m only doing this because of Momo if Momo didn’t have that dumb crush on Hoseok i would not been going Yoongi!” “And I understand that, but see the bigger perspective ok? He’s expecting you, try to see past the cockiness and i’ll be there when you need me”

Y/N sighed again, humming in agreement. “Alright” “thank you, i’ll see you alright?” Y/N hummed in agreement and hung up, sighing heavily as she called Momo to the kitchen. “I might’ve … eavesdropped?” The two chuckled at Momo’s saying. “But I agree with Yoongles, the bigger picture gives you more opportunities, alright?” Y/N nodded, smiling before the two grabbed their belongings and went out to the car to drive off to the party.

Time Skip.

“Wow … he’s filthy rich” The two looked at the huge house that the huge crowd was going towards to fill. Y/N closed her door, walking towards the sidewalk and Momo linked her arm with her’s. “You ready?” “I’m nervous, you think I look ok?” “You’re beautiful” Y/N responded as they made their way towards the front door. The house was filled. Namjoon on the island making drinks, music blasting, Y/N can say .. he threw a helluva party.

“Oh! Looks who’s coming!” Y/N looked to her left to see Hoseok and Taehyung coming towards them. “Ladies! Looking gorgeous tonight” “Thank you gentlemen! Where’s Yoongi?” “Here” Y/N looked behind her to see Yoongi smiling at them. “Someone’s dressing like it’s a fashion show” “You know why! You see all these girls in here?” “Well they ain’t nothing compared to what you have on. You look pretty” “Pretty you are” Hoseok followed after Y/N, taking Momo’s hand and Momo immediately looked at her for approval.

“You know what happens if any shit goes down” Momo squealed in excitement at Y/N’s saying towards Hoseok and the two left the trio. “Now you, are off the charts, this jumpsuit really fits your curves” “thank you, I did a little sum now seeing everyone else in here. Jungkook really loves black” “Why you think all of us have on black?” They laughed at Yoonig’s comment. “No seriously, you look very beautiful” Y/N’s cheeks rushed red, thanking him for the compliment. But Yoongi nudged Taehyung by the foot, locking eyes with the man as Y/N drunk a drink she had.

Yoongi knew what Taehyung was doing, and he wasn’t having it. “You wanna go get a drink with me?” “Taehyung don’t you have someone waiting for you?” “No? I was just tryna take Y/N to get a drink-“ “I’ll take Y/N to get a drink, thank you” Jungkook popped up, eyeing Taehyung and locked eyes with Y/N. “You came huh?” “I’m not here for you and that cocky shit Jungkook i didn’t even come for your ass” Y/N snapped, walking to leave but Jungkook got her arm to pull her back.

“I was playing with you, don’t argue with me tonight alright?” Jungkook whispered softly in her ear, having Y/N shudder at the deep voice filling her ears. Y/N hummed, slowly walking away with Jungkook behind her. “You better stop that shit Jungkook is not afraid to fuck you up” Yoongi said towards Taehyung, walking away from the man.

“Well hello you two, what can i get ya’ll?” “Margarita’s please” Jungkook answered Namjoon and he went to fix the drinks. “You’re a W wingwoman huh” “The only one, look at her, just giggly” The two looked at Momo and Hoseok laughing at each other. “Can’t say the same for her” Jungkook said, looking at Y/N as she made eye contact. “Aww, you was looking for me?” “Ok you didn’t have to put it like that” “Oh so you weren’t?” Jungkook sighed, running his hand through his hair.

“Y/N you left your phone” Y/N looked up to see Taehyung having her phone in her hand. “Oh thank you” Y/N grabbed it, the two making eye contact which sent Jungkook’s blood boiling. “Give the phone to her” Yoongi popped up behind Taehyung, Y/N having her phone in her hand finally. “You always ruining my shot man what’s going on with you?” “Because it’s not your shot to shoot” Jungkook jumped in, getting up meeting taehyung eye to eye.

And hell broke lose.

The two boys was going back and forth, and Y/N and Yoongi made eye contact with Yoongi communicating with her with his eyes. Y/N caught on and made the decision on her own to grab Jungkook’s arm, nudging him which made him stop. He looked at Y/N, reading her eyes and he sighed, rolling his eyes and went back to Taehyung. “You’re no good for her, if anything i’ll take care of her more than you can” “But I bet you don’t know the meaning of her tattoo on her left wrist” Y/N’s eyes widened, standing up as Jungkook slowly turned around, locking eyes with the wet-eyed woman.

“Her and her father got matching tats before he passed away from a sickness” Jungkook softly finished, raising his hand to softly wipe the tear that fell down her cheek. Jungkook looked back at Taehyung’s defeated expression. “There’s a lot of shit you don’t know about this woman and you sit here up in my face and tell me YOU can treat her better than I CAN?!” Jungkook yelled at him, then looked back at Y/N’s shocked expression. “I’ve been wanting to do that since i laid eyes on her” Jungkook whispered before giving Taehyung a death stare and pushed passed him and everyone else.

All eyes were on Y/N.

Y/N locked eyes with Yoongi with teary eyes and Yoongi sighed softly, going towards her. “You got it” Yoongi whispered, reassuring her before Y/N pushed pass the crowd to find Jungkook. She went down the hallway to see him taking his time walking towards a door that was in front. “JUNGKOOK!” Jungkook turned around, seeing Y/N at the end of the large hallway in the house.

“Kook…” Y/N called out softly, seeing Jungkook turning around fully to face her. “Guess I know more about you than what I believed” A tear rolled down her cheek, the two walking towards each other with such craving between the pair. “How?” “I did my research, you’re right .. i’m not as cool, as i think i am. But you know where you’re wrong?” Jungkook answered, coming closer to Y/N.

“You don’t know, what i desire, what i crave .. because who would’ve known it was you?” Y/N’s heart beat raced itself, locking eyes with the hungry ones. “What-“ “Believe me, when I say you’re the only one who’s willing to fuck the cockiness outta me. And you know i’ll let you” Y/N’s heart was about to jump out its chest. She couldn’t take anymore teasing.

“How I know you’re deadass?” Jungkook scoffed, that cocky smirk soon forming. “You think I won’t shut this whole thing just to have us two by ourselves and let the whole house hear how good I’m fucking you?” Her breath hitched, looking away as Jungkook’s chuckle filled the empty hallway. “I wouldn’t mind .. specially feeing the anger pent up in you seeing what you’re friend was tryna get into” Jungkook’s smirk fell at the memory, Y/N coming closer to him feeling the warmth.

“You enjoyed that huh?” “I enjoyed seeing your jealousy come through. I knew you had a luh thing for me” Jungkook smacked his lips, Y/N the one chuckling now at her behavior. “But he can’t compare to you … you know that” Y/N’s voice softened, the two locking eyes before Jungkook smashed his lips on hers, bringing her closer as Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck. “Fuck I can’t wait, I can’t-“ “Y/N! Can I talk to you for a minute?!” Jungkook already knew the voice, and grabbed Y/N by her hand and dragged her out the hallway making the woman chuckle as she knew why.

“Oh i love this side” “Yea you might just get this more often keep trying” Jungkook answered, connecting their lips again as he picked her up. He closed the bedroom door with his foot and walked towards his bed, laying her on it gently. “Feel that hard cock?” Jungkook whispered in her ear, grinding the aching bulge against her aching hood which caused her to moan inside her mouth. “Mmh fuck, daddy” “Oh i like that” Jungkook applied pressure, allowing the noises to come out her mouth.

“Fuck!” “Ooh good girl, i hear you” Jungkook stripped the both of them, kissing her smooth feeling skin from the top all the way to the bottom. He soon stopped to her hood, looking up at her. “Jungkook please .. no teasing please-“ “Who’s Jungkook?” Y/N huffed in annoyance. “Daddy .. please?” Jungkook pulled her closer to him, kissing up her thighs before stopping to her aching hood.

“Oh I’m gonna enjoy this” Jungkook wasted no time to dig his head inside, eating her out like a wild animal as he sucked up every juice, every drop there was making Y/N go wild. “Oo-Oh my, fuck! Fuck just like that, just like that daddy shit!” “Let them fucking hear you” Jungkook aggressed, lapping his tongue all over her folds making Y/N moan freely. “I-I can’t fucking think .. fuck! It feels so g-good! Daddy!” Jungkook was motivated to keep going with his movements, digging his tongue inside hitting all the spots Y/N didn’t know she had.

Had to be the best decision Y/N’s ever made.

“Fuuuckk i’m so close to, im so close shit i’m gonna cum, I wanna c-cum” “You wanna cum for me baby? You wanna cum for daddy let them hear you princess, you got it” Y/N’s head threw back, the pressure building up in the pit of her stomach before releasing on his face. Pleasure heated up in her body, releasing everything on the man’s face. “Ohh good girl , that’s my good girl” Jungkook praised, licking every drop before hovering over her and connected their lips.

“Taste yourself?” “Taste pretty good if you ask me” “Not too much, it’s mine” the couple chuckled, turning her over as her back arched naturally. “My pretty girl , doing so good for me hm?” Jungkook spanked her, making Y/N jolt at the movement, moaning at the kink that was fulfilled to her. “You l-listen .. i want you to remember every single moment you allowed y-yourself to get beside you hear? Fuck every ounce of ‘Cocky’ you got in you because i’m t-tired. You understand?” Jungkook felt every word, the strength rising in his body.

And Jungkook was waiting for this exact moment.

“Yes maam” Jungkook wasted no time, snapping his hips into her and began to fuck her senseless into the mattress. Y/N was speechless. “Don’t got no words h-huh? You asked for this shit” Y/N moaned her ass off. her eyes disappearing in her eye sockets, lower lip bruised and probably bleeding from biting so much. She was already out of it. “F-FUCK! I kn-know I did, didn’t think you had it in y-you - SHIT! Fuck me like that please!” “Oh you got jokes huh? You got f-fucking jokes I got something for that” Jungkook’s pace increased, causing Y/N to grab anything that was near her and hold it tightly.

Y/N was playing with fire at this point.

“S-So what, if this is t-the result .. shit i’ll be a comedian - OH MY GOD!” “Yea turn around smartass” Jungkook turned her over, and fucked her missionary. “Legs higher” Y/N listened, sticking her legs up higher which caused Jungkook’s cock to go deeper into her. “Fuuckk daddy - right there! R-Right there I feel close. I feel cl-close!” Jungkook wrapped the tatted hand around her neck, creating eye contact. “I want you to remember this moment, you did this. You’re gonna squirt all over this fucking cock to make you remember how you - fuck - how you made me feel. You understand me?” “Ooh yes daddy. Make me cum please?” Jungkook’s pace quickened which took Y/N over the edge.

“I’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum daddy please” “Cum for me babygirl you got it” Y/N then squirted all over Jungkook’s cock, causing Jungkook to chuckle at the action. “My good girl, that’s my good fucking girl huh? Keep going for me baby” Y/N didn’t stop cumming until after a while, breathing heavily as heat rushed over her body. “You forgot someone” Y/N sat up tiredly, going on her knees as she took Jungkook’s soaked cock and went all the way down.

Didn’t that catch Jungkook off guard.

“Oh shit - you went d-down like that? Fuck, I feel close already” Y/N smirked, lapping her tongue around the tip and moaned around him causing Jungkook to go crazy. “Fuck .. i’m gonna cum, Y/N” Y/N kept the vibrations up, deep throating him once more before feeling the ropes go down her throat. Y/N chuckled, swallowing him before slowly taking the now soft dick out.

The two breathed heavily, Y/N laying on her back as sweat covered the both of them. Jungkook cleansed themselves, getting on top of her. “Cmon now you too heavy for all of that” Y/N rasped, swallowing the spritz of spit she had in her throat left making Jungkook chuckle. “You felt that?” Y/N asked softly, looking at Jungkook who was on top of her, face inches away. “I did .. where does that leave us?” “You tell me” Y/N answered, smirking making Jungkook connect their lips, kissing a while before breaking apart. “Let me .. make this up to you, i’m not hiding behind someone no more” Jungkook rasped, the voice giving Y/N chills.

“Let me take you out, make you feel good, I’ll try my best to have a change of heart” Y/N smiled softly, humming to herself. “Well alright .. Mr Cocky”

[taintedmind6669]

Do I have an ongoing Billy Batson fic that I’ve been avoiding working on for months? Yeah. Anyways heres this open-ended drabble I’ve been keeping in my notes app since November

Trigger warning for mildly graphic descriptions of life-threatening injury, its not super bad but if you’re sensitive to that kinda thing you prolly shouldn’t read this

SOS

No no no no no this could NOT be how he went out. Not from a stray bullet fired during a drug deal gone wrong. Billy clasped his hand to his stomach as he ran, gasping for air but desperate to get away lest the criminals turn their focus away from each other and onto the little kid who had been snooping on their business and had let out an unfortunate yelp upon having been shot directly in some very vital internal organs. Billy wasn’t sure how far he ran, time was beginning to swirl and slide away from his grasp with every heavy footfall and little black dots speckled the corners of his vision, threatening to take over his sight entirely.

   He hadn't even intended to investigate the pair’s shady dealings, he just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time in the wrong form, seriously, the one time he wasn’t getting the scoop for his radio gig just had to be the one time he got mixed up in something genuinely life threatening. Billy’s rotten luck was starting to really get on his nerves. It took a lot to get Billy well and truly worked up, especially when it came to injustices enacted against himself as opposed to civilians, but come on? There was only so much bad luck he could endure before wondering if perhaps some other pantheon of Gods had it out for his patrons and decided to take it out on him. Most Gods weren’t exactly known for their emotional maturity.

   Minutes and seconds congealed into one mass of sticky uncertainty taking up space in the forefront of Billy’s mind, he couldn’t focus, the air in his lungs was leaving him faster than he could replace it with shallow shaky breaths.

   Fuck, he was really going to die in a dingy alley as Billy Batson, the homeless runaway that shoveled peoples driveways for a little extra food money. He bit back a cry of agony as he dropped down against the wall of a building, he couldnt tell what building his was leaned against, he couldn’t recognize the street, he could barely see through the dark fog circling his line of sight.

   He pulled his cold pale hand away from the bullet wound, his heart dropped at the fuzzy sight of blood gushing out, eager to vacate his body’s rapidly dying husk. His already red shirt turned a deep crimson-black in a wide circle around the hole. He couldn’t think straight, his eyes shook and pain pulled at every inkling of a thought he managed to form, somehow, he gathered just enough strength to pull his Justice League communicator out of his pocket.

With limited control over his trembling fingers and a weak grasp on consciousness Billy sent a message to the unofficial leader of the Justice League.

Billy’s last thought before the dark dreamless sleep pulled him under was that he should really look into luck spells if he happens to survive this.

…

A shout pierced the quiet Gotham night, like the chime of midnight, echoing and demanding attention.

Batman and his ward zeroed in on the sound that served as a verbal spotlight, the scuffle was relatively simple: a masked man grappling with a woman for her purse while stood on the doorstep of a skinny and sad looking apartment complex.

Robin looked up at Batman with starry eyes, Batman responded with a curt nod, allowing his sidekick to handle the situation on his own while he observed from the nearby rooftop.

Bruce could tell the aggressor was young based on his stature, his body language hemorrhaged inexperience by the gallon, it seemed like a safe enough bet for his student of a little under 3 years to handle alone.

Just as Robin had finished tightening the zip ties around the perpetrator’s wrists Batman felt a buzz from his JL communicator. It wasn’t often that Batman received an alert on the device, he had made it very clear that the communicators were only to be used in the most dire situations or if there was an urgent matter the whole group needed to discuss.

Half expecting to find a message from Flash about the Watchtower being out of granola bars, Batman pulled the device from his utility belt.

He was mildly surprised to find that it was Captain Marvel who had messaged him, it wasn’t as though the hero was too proud to ask for help, it was simply that the “World’s Mightiest Mortal” didn’t typically need it.

The last time Marvel had needed the assistance of the Justice League on Fawcett business was when Mister Atom was on a rampage, exploding buildings faster than Marvel could evacuate them and the demigod had asked for help getting civilians to safety while he dealt with the robot.

Batman glanced back at his protégé, he watched Dick hand the woman her purse with that boyish smile on his face and he felt a warmth bloom inside of him. Robin could manage babysitting the would-be purse thief during the few minutes it took for the cops to arrive at the scene, in the meantime he could read the Captain’s message and determine the next course of action.

Upon opening the message Batman’s eyebrows furrowed and that warm sense of pride was washed away by a distinct concern.

“SOS”

The message was joined by a little square with a blinking red dot smack dab in the middle, matching red text underneath the dot displayed the hero’s exact coordinates.

As if on cue, red and blue lights illuminated the street, Bruce gestured for Dick to leave the man and follow him, the authorities were close enough that the man wouldn’t be able to run far enough to get away. Batman and Robin were never really known for staying to chat with Gotham PD, a pattern which would have to continue as now the two had somewhere to be, and a demigod to save.

[veephoenix]

debts to pay - n.f. one shot

nick folio x fem. reader one shot ✨ words: 1.5k summary: reader goes to a motorcycle garage (the same one where Nick works) to settle her brother’s debt, only to find herself short on cash. trigger warnings: swearing, threats, open ending

DEBTS TO PAY 💵

The garage reeked of oil and rubber, and there was rock music blaring from a speaker wedged in some corner. Rows of motorcycles lined the space, and two cars were parked in the driveway, waiting for service. 

She felt out of place the moment she stepped inside. She was dressed in tight black jeans and heeled boots, a white tank top hugging her upper curves. The sun kissed her bare shoulders and arms. 

She headed straight for the office at the back of the garage. Through the glass windows separating the workshop from the administrative space, she spotted Russell hunched over a cluttered desk, a cigarette dangling from his lips. The owner of the place didn’t seem to mind the thick fumes mixing with the smoke he exhaled as his eyes dragged over papers, his usual scowl deepening. She dreaded talking to him, so much that she completely missed the young man on the other side of the garage, seated on a low stool, working on a Harley-Davidson. 

Nick noticed her the moment she appeared down the block, with her hair down and that golden skin that reminded him—who was covered in greasy—of how different they both were. He didn’t take his eyes off her as she made her way in, noticing how she put on a confident armor even though she was shaking nervous inside. 

She knocked twice before stepping into the office.

“Russell,” she greeted.

He looked up. “Oh, finally,” he said without amusement. “You got the money?”

“Yeah,” she replied. She didn’t hesitate when she pulled a folded envelope from her crisscrossed purse and laid it on the desk. Russell took it, peeled it open, counted the money, and his expression darkened. 

“This ain’t it.” 

“What do you mean? My brother said the money was all there. He told me it would cover the debt,” she explained, gesturing toward the cash still in his hands. 

“Your brother is a liar, sugar,” he scoffed. “And I don’t do charity. He owes me, and instead of facing me himself, he sends you to deal with his bullshit? Good. That means now you owe me.”

“What?”

“A quarter of the money is missing,” Russell clarified. 

Her pulse spiked. Her brother had assured her the full amount was there. She had insisted—she didn’t want to get caught up in his mess—and yet, here she was. Again. She was going to smack his face when she saw him again. 

“So? How are you planning on making up for it, sugar?”

She stiffened. She didn’t like the way he called her ‘sugar’. There was a condescension laced in his tone, implications she didn’t want to think of. She had a feeling he wasn’t going to let her leave the place without an answer—a satisfying one. 

“I—…” What? What could she offer this man? She could barely keep herself afloat, and now she was indebted to a man like Russell because of her brother’s reckless decisions? 

Russell leaned back on his chair, taking another drag of his cigarette as his eyes roamed over her, assessing in a way that made her feel terribly uncomfortable. 

She was about to tell him to fuck off and run out of there, consequences be damned, when a voice cut in from her back. 

“I’ll take care of it.”

She turned around to see Nick standing by the door. He was wearing a faded band t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off. His usual cap was pulled low over his dark hair, though a few strands had escaped at the back. He had grease stains all over his arms, on his neck and on his face. 

He looked… ridiculously hot. 

Russell turned his eyes to Folio, irritation flaring. “And why the hell would you do that?”

Nick shrugged, his brown eyes flicking toward her but without letting her see more than a casual look. “Because I want to.”

She blinked, stunned.

She’d talked to Nick before. He was her brother’s friend. They’d met each other at parties and exchanged a few words and flirtations and what not. She felt attracted to him, and she had an inkling that he might feel the same… However, neither of them had ever crossed the line because they knew they couldn’t. You don’t get involved with your older brother’s friends. Everybody knows that. 

For that same reason, she hadn’t expected Nick to step in for her—well, for her brother, after all. Maybe that’s what it was? Maybe Nick was doing it for her brother and not for her.

Russell studied Nick the same way she did, processing his answer. Then he exhaled through his nose. Without giving her a chance to have a say, he waved a dismissive hand and said, “Fine. I want the money on this table before 9pm. Now get back to work, Folio. I don’t have all day.” 

“Yep.”

Without sparing him—or her—another glance, Nick turned and walked back to his spot in the garage, returning to his unfinished work on the Harley.  

She stood there, eyes following him. 

“You considering another form of payment?” 

She startled at Russell’s voice. Immediately she snapped her gaze back to him. “No.”

“Then get out. I don’t need you or your brother giving me any more trouble.” He pointed a thick finger at her. “But if Nick doesn’t pay up tonight, I’ll be coming after you. You can thank your brother for that.”

“Sure,” she replied, trying hard to keep her sarcastic tone from spilling.  

She left the office, stealing one more glance at Russell’s desk, where the envelope her brother had given here still lay, bills scattered on top. When Russell caught her eyes, he gathered the money in his big, old hands and put it away. 

She crossed the garage with a heavy sigh, pushing some hair away from her face. She was about to leave when her eyes seemed to gravitate toward Nick. He was crouched low behind a motorbike, tightening something on the bike’s engine.  

She ruminated whether approach him or leave, get this over with. However, her voice was faster than her mind. “You didn’t have to do that.”

Nick’s hand stilled. She couldn’t see his face until he tilted his head back and stretched his neck to look at her. “What?”

He shouldn’t look that good, covered in grease and sweat, in old clothes and with his hair pushed back by a worn cap. 

But he did, and she was staring regardless of her intentions. 

“I said you didn’t have to do that.”

After a two-second beat, he smirked. “Yeah, I did. Your brother can be an asshole,” he stated, turning back to his work. “You shouldn’t have to clean up his messes.”

“Well,” she was taken aback by the unexpected empathy. “Thank you, I guess.”

“Don’t thank me yet.”

She frowned, a hand going to the strap of her bag. 

“I owe Russell now,” Nick clarified. Then stretched his neck to lay his intent eyes on her again. “And you owe me.”

Shit. Her stomach tightened. She should’ve seen this coming.

She folded her arms. “How much?”

Nick let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head and standing up. “Not money.”

Her pulse skipped. “Then what?”

Nick tilted his head, eyes dragging over her face like he was considering his options.

“Relax, doll” he said, his voice lower now. “I’m not gonna ask for anything crazy. You’ve got enough with your brother’s shit. But since I’m saving your ass, we need to figure out a way for you to pay me back.”

“You’re just like him, aren’t you?” she retorted, narrowing her eyes and pointing with her head toward Russell’s office.

“No, I’m not. Trust me.”

“Then what do you want?”

“Not sure. But I like the idea of you owing me.” His voice was lazy, teasing. 

She huffed a quiet laugh. “You really think I’m just going to let you toy with me?”

“I think you like the idea more than you’re willing to admit.”

Damn him. He was too good at this—at reading her, at knowing exactly how to push just enough without making her run. They’d played this game before, but never to this extent.

Fine. If he wanted to play, she could play too.

Huffing and smirking, she took deliberate steps toward him. She was done letting men rule her life.

She moved close enough that their bodies nearly touched. She really didn’t want to get any grease on her clean, nice clothes, but… She reached up until her fingers touched the collar of his shirt. Nick’s smirk faltered for a fraction of a second.

“What if you end up owing me by the time we’re done, Folio? What would my brother say then, huh?”

His amusement suddenly changed into something else. Yeah, her brother was a problem, but at this point, he owed both of them. So maybe it was time to cross that line they’d always stayed behind. 

“Well, that sounded like a challenge,” Nick mused, rising his eyebrows. “And I love a good challenge,” he continued, glancing at the bikes waiting for him. 

“Maybe it was.”

Nick whistled, shaking his head. “I knew you weren’t as innocent as you looked.”

“Guess you’ll just have to find out, won’t you?” She dropped her hand and took a step back. 

For a moment, they just stood there, the tension building. 

“Alright,” he murmured, his voice dropping lower. “Let’s start settling your debt with a date. Tomorrow evening. 8pm. I’ll pick you up on my bike.”

[ginsengkitten]

COULD YOU DO LIKE AXLS AND SLASHS CONTROVERSIAL INNOCENT YOUNG GIRLFRIEND

like the girl they are both dating is like in her early 20s while they are like in there 60s, and she’s super innocent.The press like calls her a whore and gold digger and she gets really upset , and Slash and Axl start to comfort her and it turns into the most filthy smut ever. Kinda like the boys fuck her so hard she goes dumb in the head

(Obviously only if your comfortable writing this. And make sure to take care of yourself 💋💋)

- 🧛‍♀️

OMGGGGG bro I want to kiss your brain. Here’s this in lieu of my writing hiatuses. I work two jobs these days and tumblr takes suuuuuch a back seat. Thank u am 🩷🩷🩷 Here’s this little one shot as a buffer.

DOUBLE TROUBLE

Warning this is dirty as hell

Sorry if it’s kind of bad idkkkkk hehe

You ran your fingers through your hair nervously as you scrolled down the newest TMZ article about you.

‘Double Trouble? Shockingly young groupie spotted last week at Havana hotel with famed ‘Axl Rose’ of Guns and Roses, now seen leaving Viper Room with Slash.

Fans of the iconic rock group are scrambling to identify this new face seen multiple times in intimate moments with band members Axl and Slash, leaving many to speculate her role in their lives.

Paparazzi caught the aforementioned young woman in close quarters with the two just yesterday.

Your cheeks flushed hot. A grainy but clear image of you in your bikini, sitting on slashes lap laughing into his neck on the hotel balcony a week ago.

It’s not that you were necessarily something to hide, rather the controversy people were catching onto your presence around both musicians. It was true, your newfound situationship with Slash had blossomed into a flirtatious trio with both of them. It wasn’t your intention, it just sort of- happened. They were both so sweet and doted on you simultaneously.

You gripped your phone anxiously. Wanting to just disappear. Slash took notice of your demeanor immediately.

“Fuck those guys doll, they always have some shit to say. You get used to it.”

You couldn’t help but look at the comments

“Selfish slut couldn’t just pick one of them? Jeez!”

“She’s probably just cozying up for both their pockets. And dicks. That’s LA whores for you tho.”

It wasn’t even true. You’d barely even done hand stuff with them yet. The idea that the public saw you as that made your chest hurt.

“Put the phone down baby. Come here honey.” Slash patted his lap affectionately. Your spot.

You obeyed and climbed up onto his lap. His hardness gentle brushing underneath you. His sweet musk of cigarettes and cedar. He embraced you.

“Look at me baby.” He said. You sat back at met his low eyes. They travelled along you. He gentle caressed your cheek. His rough hand gently swiping your skin.

You bit your lip.

Axl, having overheard the conversation, appeared behind slash as well, taking another set of eyes on you in adoration. Their little pet. They were obsessed with you.

“I’m not whore….” You mumbled in protest. They couldn’t help you chuckle.

“We know baby…”

Slash began placing his lips on you. Small kisses along your chest and neck. Your anxiety drifting away.

“You’re just too good to keep to myself honey…” slash mumbled lowly against your skin. His pants feeling firmer underneath you.

-

You wiped the steam off the mirror. Looking back at your damp body.

“They think I’m a slut. I’ll show them a slut.” You scoured.

You dressed yourself in your panties and entered into the dim bedroom. Axl and Slash laid up on the king bed. You softened at the sight. They were your sanctuary. Without much hesitation, you crawled up onto the bed between them. They immediately took noticed of you. “Come here baby.” Axl said. You climbed on top of slashes lap once more, straddling him.

“I want you both to fuck me.” You breathed out as you started planting kisses down slashes chest and neck. He let out a slight groan of pleasure and off guard surprise. He grinned and then glanced to Axl.

Axl pet your hair softly. Cradling his hand on your neck. “Is that what you want baby?” His thumb dipping into your mouth. You nodded. You’d been messing around with them individually and lightly at parties but you wanted—needed them both right now.

You grinded on slash. “Please. Make me forget about all of them. I want to forget.” You almost pleaded. Desperate for both of them. Fuck- maybe you were a whore. But it was Axl and Slash. Who fucking cared.

“We can do that baby. We can make you feel real good.” Slash said. Engaged now, he trailed his hands up onto your chest, your slightly damp skin warmed by his rough touch.

It didn’t take long before everyone was stripped. The two of them ravishing you immediately, like they’d been waiting for this. Like some sacrificial lamb about to be slaughtered for their hungry appetites. You made your way to slashes hard cock, freshly sprung free. Giving it one broad lick before taking him into your mouth. Slash let out a guttural groan as you wrapped your tongue around his thick cock.

A spike of pleasure catches you by surprises as you feel a wet swipe down your pussy. Axl roughly ruching your panties down.

“Such a pretty pussy honey.” You could barely respond before his tongue was filling up your hole. You almost collapsed onto slash. You let out a whimper on his cock, the vibrations only furthering slashes pleasure. You tried to keep focused on slash, but Axl was devouring your pussy. “Does that feel so good baby? Yeah?” Slash cooed. You came up for air between moans. Slash flipped you like a rag doll onto your stomach and disappeared.

You felt two tongues across your pussy. Both of them were almost fighting over dominance over you as they ate you from the back. You became dizzy with pleasure. You felt slashes rough stubble against your ass. “That’s such a good pussy. You taste so good doll.” He growled into you between his own moans.

You were flipped again now on your back. Slash gripped your neck as he gave a couple heavy slaps of his cock on your stomach. Axl appearing behind you, pulling you into his arms. He reached down and spread your thighs open from behind, his hot breath grazing your ear sent chills down you. “Are you going to be a good girl for us baby?” Axl whispered. You managed out a faint yes. “Yes yes please fuck me.” You begged, staring slash in the eyes. He towered over you.

“Yeah? You want to get fucked like a little slut?” Slash cooed, rubbing his tip along your slit. You bucked your hips. “Please Daddy.”

“You trained her so well” Axl cooed in your ear. His lips along your neck as he held your legs open.

“Oh god” you gasped out as slash pushed into you. He let out a loud groan. “Oh fuck you’re so tight baby. Fucking love that tight pussy.” He growled. His pleasure clicking him into place of a rabid animal. He started thrusting into you hard and fast. You couldn’t even speak. He didn’t take his eyes off you. “Look at our pretty girl. Does our pretty girl want to cum for us?” Axl cooed.

Knots turned into your stomach. You could barely respond. The view of slash slapping into you, the wet slaps and grunts filling the air. Sweat trickling down his tanned abdomen. His curls swaying with his chains.

“Oh fuck- I-“ you breathed out.

“That’s it baby. That’s it. Cum for us. Good girl.”

The pleasure tipping made you want to close your legs.

“Keep those fucking legs open for me honey. That’s it good girl. Take it like a good girl.” Axl whispered into your ear as he held your legs open.

“I’m gonna fill you up now okay baby? I want you to cum like a good girl.” Slash gave your tits a slap and then gripped your neck. Slash panting above you shortly before stars grazed your own vision. Pleasure seared down your body as you thrashed in axls arms. “Im got you, I’ve got you. Goooood Girl.” Axl cooed. You tense on his cock, sending him over the edge. Simultaneously the three of you let out moans of pleasure, axl feasting his eyes upon you getting filled with slashes cum. Holding you open as you twitched helplessly. You felt white hot fill inside of you. Slash pulling out in time for one spurt to graze your stomach.

Slash pushed his hair from his eyes. You trembled beneath him. Axl brushed your hair. “That’s our dumb little good slut.” He said with a smile.

“You’re ours.” Slash gripped your face with his ringed hand. You couldn’t even speak.

You nodded slightly.

“I think we broke her.” Axl laughed.

[tillysslife]

wsp with you?—w. scobell

pairings: walker scobell x teen!actor!reader

warnings: lowkey just walker responding is pretty unrealistic so i guess that

the internet was already obsessed with you and walker. the way you interacted in interviews. the way walkers eye couldn’t focus on anything else when you were in the room. it was all enough for your shippers to go feral.

but now you were just adding flames to the fire.

you and walker had made the decision to never address these rumours. well—until now.

it had started as a silly joke. you had been on set of your recent movie when the trend had shown up on your for you page. and well if the internet was going to speculate regardless, you might as well make things interesting.

you picked a cute photo of yourself for the first screen. typing the words ‘they say shooters shoot’.

then you scrolled through your camera roll for a photo of the blonde boy. you ended up picking a candid from a red carpet event you two had gone to recently. he looked ridiculously handsome. ‘walker scobell wsp with you?’

you giggled as you posted it like a villain when they thought they had beaten the protagonist in movies. oh were you excited for this.

except of course the internet rarely took things jokingly.

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user HELLO? WE WON SHE LIKES HIM? SHE ACTUALLY LIKES HIM

user walker wake up y/n fucking l/n just shot her shot with YOU

user what if i passed out

⤷user what if i screamed

⤷user WHAT IF I ACTUALLY EXPLODED

user just dropped to my knees in the middle of target🤧

dior.n.goodjohn ‘she was mine first’ i scream getting dragged into a white locked room

user HIS REACTION IS GOING TO BE EVERYTHIBG

user better not fumble this gorgeous girl i swear to god😤

charliebushnell @walkerscobell

⤷ leahsavajeffries @walkerscobell

⤷ aryansimahdri @walkerscobell

user walker scobell how does it feel to be the chosen one

⤷ user bro's percy jackson and pulls baddies how is it fair

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your comments were going insane on every single platform, editors scrounging up any proof that this is real and not just a bit.

but as one comment suggested walkers reaction was the best.

walkerscobell oh. word?

and you just stared at your phone in shock because this was just meant to be a joke and now he’s acknowledging it in front of everyone??

just when you thought it couldn’t get worse your phone buzzed again.

it was walker texting you

walk💙 we gonna talk about this or what

sometimes shooters shoot and sometimes they score.

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A/N let me know if you want a pt 2 because i've already brewed up an idea in my head

[wylanlupin]

Feb 27th | Intimate | 505 words | @wolfstarmicrofic

cw: adult content implied

When Remus entered the set, he saw Sirius already sitting in the bed with their white bathrobe. The set was very whiteish, Remus noticed. The walls, the sheets, but he knew it was important so when they edited it darker, the viewer could still see what they were supposed to see.

“Hey, Remus,” Sirius greeted him with a small smile. The makeup artist, Emmeline Vance, was still busy putting every hair strand and every eyelash in the right place.

Sirius looked breathtaking. Remus felt his chest getting heavier and he had to clear his throat before putting on a tight smile. “You already?” Remus nodded in response and let Mary MacDonald fuss over him.

They’ve been filming for a few weeks now and Sirius and Remus already knew each other. The chemistry between them was unmatched. They have already shot some kissing scenes, but today was the big sex scene set.

Remus had never been this intimate with someone in front of a camera. But there was no one else he’d rather be doing it with than Sirius.

They got in position; Sirius was underneath him. Her hair spread over the pillow, and her torso was naked. All their tattoos were covered with makeup and Remus missed them. They made him who she was.

Remus was lying on top of them, his face only centimetres away from hers. They both wore pants, covered by a blanket. Still, their naked skin touched and Remus was having trouble breathing.

He was nervous, yes, but he also was utterly in love with his co-star and desperately wanted the cameras to be gone.

Sirius spread their legs wider, so Remus could lay comfortably between them. “And action!”

She put their arms around Remus’ neck and kissed him, intensely. It was a little awkward and it took some minutes to get into the mood. But Sirius made it bearable.

He laughed between takes and always stroked over Remus’ skin, his hips or shoulders—to say he’s here and they can do this, together.

The kissing scenes were okay. It got really awkward once they changed positions and Sirius was moaning while Remus was thrusting into the air, and Sirius pretending to enjoy it.

They took some breaks and after almost eight hours they wrapped the scene. “Well, that was the longest sex in my life!” Sirius laughed and winked at Remus.

“Fuck, my back hurts and I think I have a permanent cramp in my legs from spreading them all day!” Remus watched her with a smile creeping up on his face and he put his bathrobe back on.

“I never kissed someone this long in one day. You broke my lips.” They rolled their eyes and walked away from the set. They didn’t talk till their trailers came into view.

“I see you tomorrow, then,” Sirius started. “Or you could visit me in my hotel room later. You know, to discuss the scene.”

With that, he disappeared into her trailer and left Remus standing confused and riled up.

[smoochsweetheart]

sliding in hiiii can we have some neo metal sonic smut hcs?

You'll beg me to come sex you!

Warning: dirty talk, inorganic cock, getting tied up, smut ofc, sub/dom trope, sub!reader, vibration coming from metal, metal using his claws to leave marks on your body

Summary: Neo metal sonic Smut headcanons.

Notes: with it btw you unleashed a beast in me btw ♥︎ I wasn't too descriptive cuz I was already getting carried away heh so that's why these aren't as in depth and horny headcanons about him anyway this took a bit because I had an exam today it was english so I know I'll get an 1 or 1- still no one has guessed my other blog lol I'm just that good at hiding it (NO ONE CARES BOO 💔💔) lowkey still new to writing smut can u tell I'm a virgin

ꨄ Neo metal sonic is able to speak—unlike original metal—So of course he'll use that to the fullest extent! He'd never let his angel get too dry while he's bullying you with a Metal dick. He'll try his best to excite you with his words, his sensors always let him know about your body and how it responds to certain sentences/topics. His favorite way to talk to you will always be teasing you about your shared time in the bedroom, just don't let it get to you. He knows you like it when he is descriptive about it; "look at how your hole is squeezing me in, perfection." He'd grip your chin and make you look at him while he says it, wanting to see your flushed look, fucked out face and cute moans

ꨄ Since Neo can shapeshift, he'll use that to his advantage; making himself a dick for you to take in, experimenting with how you take certain sizes. His favorite go-to size is definitely 6-7 inches and 3 inches in width, it varies on how he's feeling; if he's feeling mean he'll go bigger, but if he's feeling merciful he'd make it smaller for you. He also makes sure there's a curve to hit your g-spot. Neo loves to see how your hole gets stretched out for him, seeing your face contort in pain as he continues to bully his way through until Neo is balls deep. Neo would personally fist fight anyone who says he can't feel emotions, because seeing you cling to him for comfort, when your hole gets stuffed with his metal dick is like heaven. ꨄ On the topic of his cock, he can make it vibrate, this could feel like a recipe for overstimulation at times, but feels so damn worth it when you go back into the ecstatic frenzy of getting another orgasm. No matter how many orgasms you get it won't be enough for Neo. He loves hearing you cry out his name, loving the way your eyes shut closed as he makes you get off on metal. He loves incorporating this vibration when he feels it's getting too boring, if he does feel the sex is still boring, he does tie up your hands. ꨄ Sometimes when things start to get heated(ex:his claws leaving marks on your body that are like his mark on you, showing you're his. ) he will use any kind of belt, chains, ropes etc. He has near for you, leaving you to his mercy. He enjoys being the top in your relationship with him, Neo finds it endearing knowing you trust him this much.

ꨄ We all know Metal can be a bit of a risk taker, which makes the probability of him fucking you in some random alley 10x higher. He loves the thrill, he loves how your voice cracks and your sentences get interrupted with whimpers/moans. You know the risk, but he knows you've never felt tighter around his cock, maybe it was from the stress? Either way he knows you feel good. His favorite positions for when you two are outside is probably when he's hitting it from the front and has you against a wall, he can go for nice back shots, but seeing your face during it all really sets him off. The way your face looks while panting, all fucked out and on cloud nine, it makes him want to go harder just so he can see your cute reactions for longer. ꨄ when you two do surprisingly fuck in private, he'd hit it from the back, making you stand on all fours while he ruthlessly messes up your insides. His hands would squeeze the fat on your hips, using them to push you further down onto his shaft, his claws would leave marks all over your body as some even start to show blood. (If I had to give Neo metal sonic a few words to describe him in sex it would probably be; Rough, kinky, and possessive.) He loves it when you can't hide the marks he's given you, the way you get flustered when someone asks about them is like heaven for him.

[hellvst]

OFFSEASON – quinn hughes

featuring ; quinn hughes x fmc (sydney gray)

✮⋆˙ warning & content ; swearing

✮⋆˙ word count ; 3.5k

✮⋆˙ previous chapter – series masterlist – next chapter

a/n ; woohoo chapter three is here! also what's up with the hughes brothers getting hurt within the last 48 hours...hope they're ok :c also thank you all for the recent support, means a lot! uh this isn't proof read, but happy reading <3

CHAPTER THREE

QUINN

The bell above the café door chimed as I stepped inside, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries hitting me almost instantly. I wasn’t much of a coffee guy, but I definitely needed it today.

The place was an average size for a café, cozy, slightly packed with students hunched over laptops and the occasional older couples chatting over mugs of tea.

Conor, who trailed behind me with Brock next to him, actually suggested this spot, claiming it to be one of the best coffee in this side of Vancouver. It wasn’t my go-to energizer. Still, after the morning skate we had, I could use something to wake me up.

After coming off a big-time loss, post-practice was always tougher.

If people thought we’d been left off the hook to start the off-season early the following day. They have never been more wrong. So fucking wrong. Just because we were out of the game, did not mean that it was over.

Everyone on the team had been anticipating that text from our coach and told us to “Get your asses in the rink. Now.” Knowing Tocchet, he was ready to give us hell–more specifically Simon and I. And we got it.

The skating and puck handling drills were relentless. I don’t think we’d ever been pushed like that before. They were much more intensive, fast-paced, more difficult targets to hit in the goal post. I tried my best to keep up, which I did, but I would be lying if I had said it didn’t wear me down to the max. My body absolutely felt like I was checked over and over again.

Not the best feeling in the world. Trust me, I would know.

Conor and Brock stood behind me, still joking about the brutal morning skate we had to endure. “Man–I need something strong.” Brock said while his eyes wandered the menu. “I swear, if we have another skate like that, I’m gonna need a new set of legs.”

Conor huffed a laugh. “Better legs wouldn’t make a difference for you, buddy.” 

I smiled while Brock gave him a look, “Whatever–” he waved his hand before looking at the menu again. “So, what do you usually get here Gar?”

“Yeah, Garland. You’re the one who said this place was good.” I muttered.

“Because it is. And you need some caffeine in you, Huggy.” Conor shot back, nudging towards the counter. “Maybe then you’ll stop looking like you wanna skate into oncoming traffic.” 

I ignored him since it was probably true, and not a terrible idea considering what I had to deal with in a week or so.

My mind was stuck on last night’s game and the conversation with Tocchet. I couldn’t get it out of my head. The rest of the team didn’t hound me after figuring out what transpired in the coach’s office between me and Simon. They knew not to press me on it–I was glad that they did as I was already in a bad mood. I doubt that Simon kept his mouth shut about it to some of the guys, ranting to them per usual. 

Conor and Brock continued on with their banter. I was only half-listening as I stared at the menu, pretending I knew what any of the drinks meant or how–

I blinked and before I could react, as soon as I took a step forward, the person in front of me turned around–colliding straight into me. I watched as the girl’s cup tipped forward, brown coffee spilling all over her grey hoodie.

“Fuck!” She let out a sharp and frustrated voice under her breath.

My stomach dropped. This wasn’t good.

I staggered back, looking at her. The girl in front of me–who I had just completely steamrolled–stood frozen and appalled, coffee staining the front of her hoodie. The brown liquid spreads rapidly across the cotton like wildfire. 

Her jaw clenched, a mix of annoyance and disbelief flashing across her face.

“Shit, I–” I started, but the words barely left my mouth before she snapped her gaze at me, clearly about to let me have it–then she froze.

I watched her expression shift, something unreadable flickering her chestnut-colored eyes. Her pupils softened, but still held that glare. Her gaze swept over me in a quick assessment. I could almost see the wheels turning in her head.

Oh, she was pissed.

Looking at her, she was strikingly beautiful. Dark brown hair tied in a ponytail, long eyelashes, very light freckles dotting her nose across her tan skin, the kind of natural beauty that didn’t need any effort. But it was the look in her eyes that got me–like she had already sized me up and made her judgement. 

And from the way her mouth pressed into a tight line, it wasn’t in my favour at all.

“I, uh–” I looked at the sight in front of me, wincing at the view. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Yeah, no kidding.”

Shit. Not the best first impression.

I grabbed napkins from the counter and held them out to her. She took them but didn’t seem all that convinced they would be much help. I watched as she tried to dab at the stain, her expression growing more annoyed by the second. Yeah, the napkins weren’t much help.

It was only right that I offered to buy her another coffee–although, I figured it would make matters worse–so I opted to at least buy her a new hoodie. 

She shook her head to refuse, still working with the napkins. What she said next had caught me completely off guard. “I don’t need anything from an NHL player, alright–”

Then she stopped, her own words registering, her eyes widened slightly.

My brows furrowed. “So, you know who I am?”

Maybe she was a Canucks fan.

She met my gaze again, unimpressed. “Yes, I do.” The tone in her voice made it clear that wasn’t exactly a compliment. 

Alright, maybe she wasn’t a fan.

That surprised me. Most of the time, when someone recognized me, there was some level of excitement. But her? She didn’t seem impressed in the slightest. If anything, she looked more annoyed and pissed than before.

A strange mix of amusement and curiosity flickered in my chest. What the hell, that was new.

“Can I at least get your name or number?” I asked, then immediately realized how that sounded. “To replace your hoodie or pay for dry cleaning, anything to fix what I caused.” 

I had no other intentions behind that statement. For all I cared, I just wanted to make a things right. Not just because there were now a couple of eyes watching us, but it wouldn’t be fair for her to leave this place without anything in return to help her. Then I’d feel like a complete asshole. 

Sure. She was pretty. Beyond her looks–and her built up frustration–she carried herself with grace and poise. Even in a stained-hoodie, black leggings, and white sneakers, there was still that elegance to her like no one else had–you just had to be born with it.

Wait. I couldn’t be like this.

“I’m not making you buy me a hoodie. I can take care of this–” she gestured down. “–myself. So, I think I’ll respectfully pass up on that offer of yours, but thank you though.”

Before I could say anything else, she turned away.

Don’t look like an asshole. Don’t look like an asshole.

On instinct, I reached out, lightly catching the material of her sleeve. “Hey look, I’d feel really bad if I left here without making it up to you.”

“Oh, really?” She paused, raising a brow at me.

Of course I’d feel terrible. She could have gone off on me in front of the entire shop, but she hadn’t. And now I was weirdly determined to fix it.

But she smirked slightly. “I think I’ll survive without your help, but thanks.”

I stared, absolutely stunned, but a tinge in my lips dared to curve. And just like that, she walked off, returning to her table with another woman–most likely her friend–before I could even respond.

Well that caught me off guard. I don’t think I’ve ever been let down like that. Strangely enough, I was not bothered by it, but just fascinated. It’s not everyday I get these kinds of interactions.

The sound of laughter brought me back, and I turned to see Brock and Conor watching the whole thing unfold with shit-eating grins plastered on their faces. I forgot they were here for a moment.

“Dude,” Brock said, he shook his head in disbelief. “Did we just witness the Quinn Hughes talk to a girl?”

Conor was quick to add, whistled lowly. “Not just talk. Get rejected.”

I rolled my eyes. It wasn’t a complete rejection, noting she ‘respectfully’ declined.

“She didn’t reject me.”

“She literally just rejected you,” Brock deadpanned.

“She didn’t even let you buy her a new hoodie,” Conor mentioned the obvious, also shaking his head in mock sympathy. “That’s tough, Huggy.”

“Maybe she saw last night’s game and watched us play like shit and–”

“Shut up.” I said under my breath. 

Given she knew I was an NHL player, there was no doubt that she knew about last night’s game. I wondered if she had even watched it at all. Better if she hadn’t, the sight of us losing on our home turf was not only embarrassing but rather disappointing.

If I were a fan, I would be feeling anything but happy. That realization crashed down on me a lot more than I thought it would.

Brock’s laugh brought me out of my short trance. “No, no, this is big,” he said, grinning like an idiot. “Quinn, do we need to have the talk? You know, the one where we tell you how to approach women like a normal person?”

“You two are the worst.” I wasn’t completely paying attention to them. 

My gaze drifted towards the exit, just in time to watch the same coffee-stained hoodie girl leave the cafe alongside her friend. 

I didn’t know who she was. I didn’t even get her name. But, there was that feeling down my gut that told me this wouldn’t be the last time I was going to see her. 

And usually, my gut-feeling has always been right.

I had two weeks of freedom. A glorious, responsibility-free stretch of time before I had to start this personal hell.

And I spent it the only way I knew how: watching hockey, reading new books that I got a few weeks ago, hanging out with some of the guys, and watching more hockey. 

It was the perfect balance of nothing and everything. Until now. Until this.

I pulled into the Lumé Wellness parking lot, stared at the building through my windshield like it was about to swallow me whole. The building itself was tucked in the center of downtown Vancouver, which was near the Rogers Arena. The area around the studio wasn’t too busy or lively, I didn’t have to worry about the media at this time.

If I could put this mandatory cross-training off another week, I would have in a heartbeat just to prepare myself for this moment. Hell, I would have put it off forever if it meant I wouldn’t have to do this with Simon.

But no, that wasn’t an option, not if I wanted to come back at my best instead of my ass being glued to the bench next season.

My fingers drummed against the steering wheel. I was about to hop out when I glanced around the lot and realized that Simon’s car wasn’t here yet. I took the liberty of keeping track of his cars whenever I could, just to avoid bumping into that prick at random places. 

I was expecting him to be here, especially considering his whole ‘I’m better than you, I know everything, and I make the shots you would have   missed’ complex. But, who was I kidding? Simon didn’t want to be here, and so had I. If he didn’t show, then I wouldn’t blame him. Since he wasn’t here yet, that either meant he was running late on purpose or–worse–he was about to show up here with his sister.

The hoodie girl at the café popped into my head before I could dread what was about to come. 

The thoughts of our interaction weeks ago lingered in my head, which was strange, because usually I didn’t dwell on these things. But the reminiscence of spilling coffee all over her and interacting with her, it had been itching at my brain ever since.

She looked so annoyed, so unimpressed. 

It also didn’t help the fact she knew exactly who I was. I had no idea if she hated me or not, but she probably did now. Not that I cared what people thought of me on or off the ice–except, for some reason, with her, I kind of did.

I shook the thoughts out of my head, got out of my car and walked towards the entrance of the studio, pushing open the glass door. 

The foyer was empty, which was unexpected. I came prepared to see a lot of people here, but it was quiet–too quiet. The scent of essential oils idled in the air, a mix of eucalyptus and lavender, almost enough to make me forget how much I didn’t want to be here. 

I made my way past the front desk, my gaze roaming over the sleek, modern with contemporary wooden interior. Soft lighting, smooth hardwood floor, and floor-to-ceiling arched mirrors in every studio room.

Great. That meant I’d have to watch myself struggle through whatever the hell was about to happen here.

As I wandered further into the hallway, I passed more studio rooms, each one either empty or locked. Then, as I turned the corner, I caught the faint sound of music–Michael Jackson.

I slowed my steps, glancing toward the slightly opened door at the end of the hall. Inside, a single figure was stretching in front of the mirrors.

My feet stopped moving. It took me half a second to realize why.

No. There’s no way.

The café girl. 

She looked the same as the last I saw her. Brown chestnut eyes, her hair in a braid instead of a loose ponytail. Rather than a stained grey hoodie, she wore black yoga pants and a matching fitted jacket. 

I traced her face through the reflection of the mirrors, watched as she moved fluidly, adjusting her position with practiced ease. She was focused, lost in whatever she was doing–until she wasn’t. 

I hadn’t realized how long I was like this for. She must have sensed me, because she suddenly straightened up, her eyes snapping to mine through the mirror. 

“What are you doing here?” She turned to face me, looking just as surprised.

I blinked, clearing my throat. “I could ask you the same thing.”

Her lips quirked, but it wasn’t a smile. “I asked first.”

Okay. Fair enough.

“I, uh–” I scratched the back of my nape. “I have a session today.”

She tilted her head in amusement, probably found it hard to believe that me, Quinn Hughes, would be at a Pilates studio. I also found that reality hard to grasp around my head. “I’m sure you don’t see a lot of guys here, right?” 

“Well, believe it or not Hughes, I see a few male athletes here and there for Pilates. So, don't go around thinking you’re all that special now.”

Great, it looks like she hadn’t forgotten me after all. I couldn’t tell if I should be happy or worried about that. “So, you remembered me.”

She only nodded, but not in a way that meant it was a good thing. “Well, duh. You’re the reason I had to throw my favourite hoodie in the bin.”

I saw that coming, there was no way she would look at me any other way than this. I wasn’t just an ‘NHL hockey player’ in her eyes, instead I was now dubbed ‘the guy who ruined her clothes’.

“I offered to buy you another one or pay to get it cleaned–”

“I’m just kidding,” she chuckled, ever so lightly, waving her hand. “It’s a good thing washing machines and laundry detergent exist. It took a few cycles and extra scrubbing to get it out, but it’s all gone–good as new.”

That weight I have been carrying on my shoulders for the past two weeks, instantly lifted after hearing that. So, she didn’t hate me in the end. I dodged a bullet there.

“Oh, good–” I huffed out in relief. “I am sorry about that, again.”

All she did was smile. Who knew that a single smile would ignite something beneath my chest. There was that feeling from the cafe again. And I wasn’t sure why it only kept happening around her.

Taking that she hasn’t kicked me out yet, I took a few strides into the room, inviting myself in. I have never been to any Pilates studios, so I have never seen what was inside one–although, I had a good idea of it. 

One side of the walls were large arched floor to ceiling mirrors, the opposite side were windows that overlooked outside, multiple pilates reformers in one neat row, and the other end were laid out yoga mats and more equipment.

“Do you come here often?” I asked.

I figured she was in her twenties, but I could be wrong. I guessed since most Pilates’ clients were either young adults or middle-aged. I did some research prior to coming, and I would know a bit about it since my mom picked it up a couple years ago.

She gave me a vague shrug, “Something like that.”

I exhaled, shifting my weight as I walked around the reformers, taking in my surroundings, still keeping my distance from her. “I should’ve known you did Pilates.”

I recalled from the café; she stood so close that I noticed the small flecks of sweat glisten against her skin. She most likely earned them after being here.

Her brows lifted, “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know, you seem like you’d be good at it.”

Now that I realized it, I sounded awkward just then. I mentally face-palmed myself for my ‘game’–more like lack thereof. Maybe that talk Brock and Garly were referring to on that day might have come in handy for times like these. I sound like a fucking idiot in front of her.

But, I wasn’t trying to flirt with her. This was simply to make conversation. That’s all.

She stared at me for a moment before she shook her head with a laugh–like she wasn’t sure if I was complimenting her or just making shit up.

I was about to say something else, anything to save me from my impending doom, when Michael Jackson’s voice blasted through the speakers again. I recognized the song immediately.

“Beat It?” I said, more to myself than anything. “Solid choice.”

She turned her back to her bag on the floor, kneeling to grab her water bottle. She glanced at me, amused. “Yeah, you a fan?”

“I know good music when I hear it.”

That earned me a small smirk on her pink tinted lips. 

I didn’t know why, but I felt the need to keep talking to her. I wasn’t usually like this–I didn’t go out of my way to make conversation, unless I had to–but, especially not with strangers. But, my mouth was already moving before I could think about stopping.

“What's your name? You know, since it's only fair because you know mine.” I asked, looking at all the equipment surrounding us.

She exhaled a short scoff, “You ask a lot of questions.”

“You’re not answering them.” 

She twisted the cap off her bottle and took a sip, like she was debating on whether or not she wanted to humor me. Before she said anything, though, another voice cut through the air.

“Let’s not waste time and get on with it.”

I knew that voice all too well. Fuck.

I turned my head just as Simon strolled into the room like he owned the place, then tossed his bag to the side by the wall.

The café girl–her entire posture shifted. She walked over to the speaker where the music came from and turned down the volume. Her head snapped toward him, her expression tight. “Took you long enough. Didn’t I tell you to get here earlier because of traffic in the area?”

Simon barely looked fazed. “Turns out you were right after all. There was traffic. Duly noted for next time.”

My stomach twisted, and I wasn’t sure why. Simon has a wife, I knew that, but it did put me on edge to see her and Simon talk to one another. They spoke casually, so effortlessly, like they had known each other forever. Not that I was jealous or anything.

It seemed like I was invisible and there was a wall between myself and the two of them. 

I cleared my throat and interrupted their conversation. “Do you guys know each other?”

Simon shot me a look, one of those ‘are you the dumbest person on earth?’ expressions he was always good at–towards me specifically.

“No shit, Hughes,” he deadpanned. Then he jerked his chin toward her. “She’s my sister.”

all rights reserved © 2025 hellvst. please do not copy, translate, or modify my works in any platform.

[gallashagger]

jinx

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during a conversation, liam gets jinxed and can’t speak. the reader enjoys teasing him, while he goes out of his way to get the reader to say his name.

short smut • lowercase intended

not proof read !

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you were at the studio with the band, tagging along with liam. after recording a million takes of the same song, liam exhaustedly sat next to you.

“should we do another take?” noel asked unsure, making everyone in the room groan. “i’m sorry im the only one who wants this to be perfect.” he threw his hands in the air in defense. “it is perfect!” you and liam managed to say at the same time. “jinx!” you yelled, sitting up excitedly.

liam opened his mouth to talk, but your finger pressed against his lips. “you can’t talk until i say your name.” the band immediately erupted into laughter. “oh my god this is gonna be great!”

“please never say his name!” noel laughed. liam just crossed his arms in silence, accepting his fate. shortly after, you two went home, liam stubbornly looking out the window the whole time.

you took this has an opportunity to mess with him. you would say any word that started with L to get him excited, ask him questions you knew he couldn’t answer, etc. you were having all the fun in the world, but of course, liam wouldn’t let it stay that way.

later that night you stood in the bathroom getting ready for bed. as you were doing your routine, you watched in the mirror as liam walked behind you. he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder, making you feel kinda bad for this jinx thing.

“what are you doing?” you asked before he shot you a little glare, remembering he can’t talk. a smirk then plastered on his face as his hands roamed up and down your body.

“you’re not gonna get me to say your name.” you turned around and looked up at him, but his smirk didn’t falter. he leaned in and kissed you, pressing his whole body into you. as he did so, you gasped feeling his hard on press into you.

as you were about to say his name, you caught yourself. ��ill give you a hand, but you still can’t talk.” you offered, and liam’s eyes widened. you wanted to help him because you felt a little bad, but it was too fun winding him up.

liam’s smirk only grew as you kissed his neck. you reached your hand down between the two of you and palmed him through his jeans. he opened his mouth, trying his best to hold back all his noises.

you slowly dropped to your knees, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down. you traced the skin above the waistband of his boxers and hooked your fingers around them. you gently tugged on them but wouldn’t take them off, and liam got frustrated.

“eager, huh?” you looked up after he had quickly pulled them down for you. he flipped you off, making you chuckle. you grabbed the base of his cock and started to slowly stroke him. you heard his breath hitch as he leaned forward to grab the edge of the counter behind you.

he instinctively thrusted into your hand and you added your mouth. you licked his entire length to the tip before wrapping your lips around him. you bobbed your head taking more of him every time. you could tell he was struggling to stay silent, and the whole scene before you was really hot.

you moved your hands to his hips and let your mouth take control. the way he fucked your mouth, snd just knowing how you made him feel, it was the biggest turn on.

liam caught how you clenched your legs together and shifted uncomfortably, trying to find some friction. his hand moved to your head and he grabbed your hair as he pulled out of your mouth. you let go, confused as he helped you to your feet.

“what’s wrong?” you asked. liam shook his head before spinning you around. his front pressed into your back, pressing you into the counter. you pushed against him and arched your back as he rolled his hips, the friction doing wonders for the both of you.

his hand instantly moved to your clit and rubbed it through your pants. his other hand moved up to knead your breasts. his fingers slid lower in your pants and swiftly slid into your hole. you bit your lip as you moaned, keeping yourself from screaming out his name as he curled his fingers just right

he could tell you were close, so he pulled out his fingers making you whimper. he pulled down your bottoms and without warning he slammed into you. you gasped, grabbing onto the counter for your life. his hands dug into your hips hard enough to bruise you as he railed you.

you moaned out a list of cuss words, all while trying not to say his name, but it got to a point where you couldn’t take it anymore. when his hand trailed infront and started to rub your clit, you knew you were done.

he continuously hit your g spot perfectly and you couldn’t hold yourself back. you cried out his name and looked up in the mirror, catching his expression.

he finally didn’t hold back his moans, and soon enough you came. not long after he cussed as he came.

after a minute or two he pulled out and wrapped his arms around you. “knew i’d break you.” he kissed your shoulder. “shut up, you dick.” you smiled, turning around in his arms. you playfully hit him before you both moved to get dressed.

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i hate this it SUCKS

anyways..

i need some fluff requests cus i’ve basically only written smut and i feel like a whore ✌️🙂 ok that’s a joke but srs 😓

ok so my fuckign dumbass forgot to put tags on this how did that happen

[captainlondonman]

OFFICE SKIN

I went back to the office for an extra shift. The security guard was different This one looked aggressive in his white shirt with epaulets, black tie, tight black trousers and cap pulled low down over his forehead. I could see his head was shaven. The toned body and thick neck together with the uniform already made my cock stir as I signed in. 

Which floor are you on, he barked

Third, I gulped, trying to get a view of his crotch as I bent my head to sign in.

I’ll see you on my round, so make sure you behave.

I could scarcely work thinking of this 6’2” security guard in his tight uniform probably coming into my office and every time I thought of him my cock grew hard. I wanted to wank but was scared of him coming in and catching me.

About an hour later he strolled in and without asking sat in a chair opposite my desk with one leg over the other.

Busy

Yeah OK

I could see he was wearing 21 hole DMs, nicely polished.

Looking at my boots are you?

Eh, yes I mumbled, it must take a lot of spit and polish to get them as shiny.

It does, and in fact they could do with a good spit now.

It will be difficult to take them off while you are on duty.

I ain’t taking them off, boy, cause you look as if you want to do it for me. You like boots don’t you, nice fucking shiny boots. So get round here and start your work and forget about that other crap you’re pretending to do.

Right

Right, sir. You hear, you call me Sir. It’s what you want, a bit of discipline, now get down and start spitting.

Christ his boots smelt good and I loved rolling my spit and emptying it onto his boots to lick over the shiny surface. My cock was hard and could feel the precum on my tip. One foot firmly on my neck kept my head tight against his other boot.

Like it faggot

Yes Sir

Say it louder

Yes SIR

He got hold of my shirt collar and pulled me up so we were face to face.

Right little faggot, loves spit and my boots. Well I prefer to use my spit elsewhere and with that he threw his head back and gobbed all over my face. I could feel his spit moving down my face

Fucking lick my spit boy

And with that he took his hand and rubbed the spit roughly into my skin gobbing a second time to make sure my face was being pasted. Feeling his hand crush my face made me catch my breath. He took his cap off revealing his shaven head, looking a real aggressive skin. You fucking luv this pussy boy, bet that cock of yours is real hard.

While holding my face in the cup of one hand he rammed his other into my crotch grabbing my bulging packet. I shot my load and could feel the spunk oozing out from my pinstripe trousers and into his hand.

I never told you to fucking cum boy, did I

No Sir I blurted 

You’ll fucking well pay for that.

Get back on your knees.

I could feel my cum running down my pin stripe trousers forming a large stain but it felt good.

Before I knew it I was kneeling with my hands tied behind my back staring at my master.

Stay there, pussy boy, time you were changed. I’ll be back.

He came back  a few minutes later with a bag and took out a shaver.

I want that fucking pretty hair of yours off, and now.

I felt the shaver removing my hair but could feel more air around my head. It felt good

That’s only part, boy, I ain’t finished yet, your’e finished with that fucking poncy boy look. Anyone who likes spit, rough and uniform should look as if they do, not like a fucking pussy boy.

He then took out a razor and started again on my hair. I could see all on the floor but I didn’t care.

That’s better, you look more like a man, like a skin, the way I want you.

He then untied me and told me to strip and be quick about it. I could feel my cock growing again.

Keep your cock down. There’s time enough.

Open that bag, there’s my  mate Dave’s kit inside. Get it on and quick. 

I took out the clothes and loved what I saw.

Stop staring and fucking get them on. It’s what you want to look like ain’t it. You want to be a fucking skin boy, like a real bloke who loves spit, piss and aggro.

I put on the white socks, they looked used and smelt cheesy, someone’s else’s feet had been in them and it smelt good. 

That’s right get that nose of yours into Dave’s socks, fucking cheesy, you love that don’t you knowing another bloke’s been wearing these. 

Then the Fred Perry black tee shirt, the bleachers which were really tight and I could hardly get me cock down inside as it was so hard but it made a bloody huge bulge in the denim, the red braces and finally I put on the 21 hole steel capped Ranger boots with white laces. I could feel my cock rubbing against dried cum. Dave had obviously worn these and had cum several times in them, I could feel the large patch of dry cum and it made my cock even bigger thinking of how he had cum and all that spunk smearing his leg and trying to get through his bleachers. There was also a good big piss stain on the front. Dave was obviously not one to shake himself after a piss, or perhaps my master had forced him to pee in his jeans. Whichever made me feel more and more fucking randy.

That’s better. If I’m gonna fuck I want to fuck a man not a pussy. Now skinboy, get down on yer knees

Yes sir

My eyes were level with his crotch and I could see a massive cock straining at his black flies. He moved his hand over and groped making the bulge even bigger.

Before you start boy I’m putting these on you for a bit of restraint. He took out some tit clamps with a chain between and fixed one to each of my tits. The pain was intense as my nipples were crushed but with the intake of breath came a real sexual feeling. While holding the chain he slid his zip down and manhandled his cock which sprang out into my face. It was a good 9” with a large helmet.

There’s a fucking man size cock for you. It’s what you want, isn’t it skinboy.

He pulled on the chain sharply jerking my tits.

Get your mouth round that. I want to feel my prick right down the back of your throat so you are fucking well gagging.

I slurped at his cock. I wanted the whole fucking huge bit of meat down my throat. I was choking with the size but I couldn’t stop I wanted every fucking inch. He fucked my face forcing my head tight into his crotch while he pushed in and out. Every now and then while he pulled at the clamps he would take his prick out and slap it against my face, gobbing onto my head and rubbing his spit into my newly shaven top. God my cock was hard. I wanted to shoot my load but wanted to suck him for ever. It felt good to have his real man size dick down my throat being face fucked.

Enough of that boy. I want to fuck you now.

But Sir your’e too big to go up my arse.

Look boy your’e having this up yer crack like it or not, but we both know you really want it. Skins have big dicks and even yours now looks

 not bad.

He pulled me up and turned me round sharply pushing me down on my desk. His massive hands came round my chest and while he was undoing my flies, he was groping my stiff dick.

That’s it, that hard cock of yours shows you want a fucking big dick up yer arse.

I could feel him gobbing into his cock sliding the spit up and down and then into my crack.. His cock started to push into my arse. At first I thought my arse would never open enough to take it and part of me felt relief. Suddenly his weapon split my crack  and a searing pain ripped through me as his cock slid up my passage.

Nice tight bum, boy but your’e ready for it, ain’t you.

I felt it go all the way up, it filled my arse. His crotch was tight against my bum. He started to pull out almost the whole way and then rammed it home. He grabbed my chest and rammed and rammed.

Fucking move that arse of your boy. You want my dick so take it and feel it all the way up. I wanted more and more

Fuck me sir, fuck me I groaned

Too fucking right he said  take this fucking man dick up your bum

And with that I felt his load exploding inside me, he seemed to cum and cum. Feeling his cum oozing inside me and he continued to thrust his cock up my arse was too good. My cock couldn’t contain its load any longer and I came all over the desk spurting out my spunk.

Get yourself dressed, boy, and forget that fucking pin stripe. You stay in these clothes. Your’e coming out with me and I only go with skins. I want to see you at the door in 5 minutes with that cock of yours washed and stuck down your bleachers. Skin boys don’t want underwear. We show our cocks and are fucking proud of them. I did as I was told and as I washed my cock I saw my change for the first time in the mirror. I no longer looked a ‘pussy boy’ I looked mean, aggressive and fucking butch. The DMs looked great, the braces, the bleachers with my cock again stiffening make a big packet. I felt rough. I spat into my hands and rubbed the gob over my head. Fucking good as I kicked the waste baskets over the floor. I wanted some rough action. As I arrived at the entrance my guard master came out a side door. Gone was the uniform and in its place was a white Fred Perry, red braces, bleachers, DM Boots up to his knees with red laces and his green bomber jacket. I couldn’t take my eyes of his crotch. His crotch bulge seemed to go half way down his leg. 

Yes boy just think that’s been up your arse and I’m not finished yet. Your’e coming with me.

As we walked down the road I could feel people looking at us and moved aside. It was good. Every now and again my master shouted Fuck you,want trouble, move out the fucking way.

We passed a pub and I was pulled into a side alley.

Right boy we are going to have some fun. Blokes often come out from that Pub for a pee in this alley. We won’t have long to wait. You’ll do as I say and when I say.

After about five minutes as we were standing in the shadows, a bloke walked into the alley. He was about 6’ with a no.1 crop tight shirt and jeans. He took out his cock and started to piss against the wall. A good sized dick with steaming piss. Just as he finished my master stepped out of the shadows.

Like to piss out here do you. Well your’e not the only one. With that he seized the chap and had his arms up his back.

Stop it your’e hurting me, I’m only having a piss.

Stop being such a fucking pansy. I want a piss as well. Boy hold his arms. I hadn’t done this before but thinking of how I had looked in the loos I wanted to hurt the bloke make him fucking sore. I really liked giving him the half nelson.

Push him down on to his knees, boy.

As the bloke sank to his knees my master pulled out that cock that I knew well.

I said I wanted a piss and I have a load of piss in this dick that you are gonna take it all. Open your fucking mouth. I want to see you swallow my steaming hot piss.

He started to piss down the bloke’s front. It started slowly then more and more piss as he directed his cock at the bloke’s mouth. I pulled his head back, forcing him to open his mouth in surprise. The piss gushed into his mouth and he started to swallow, not spit out. As it slopped over his face so his mouth seemed to want more and more. He groaned with pleasure as master’s piss ran over his face. I moved the bloke’s head tight against my crotch, rubbing it against my prick which was rigid from watching him take so much piss.

As he flipped his prick to get rid of all the piss, master bent down and groped the lad’s cock.

I thought so, you fucking loved that didn’t you, you fucking pansy. That cock of yours is fucking hard. Let’s see how good you are at sucking cock. Skin boy get round here and let him see your cock. It looks as if it needs some action. I needed no prompting as I pulled out my stiff dick and rammed it into his mouth. 

Take that you fucking dick head, I yelled. Take my fucking cock right down your throat. You love taking skinboy cock don’t you.

That’s right boy you tell him your’e skin and that he takes it all.

It wasn’t just the feel of my cock in his mouth it was the feeling of power of being called a skin that turned me on.

Don’t cum now we ain’t finished yet.

I pulled away as the master turned the bloke round and pushed him against the wall. With one hand he ripped the guys jeans down round his knees. 

Nice arse ripe for fucking, eh. That’s what you want. First piss and now cock. 

Turning to me he said Give me some of your spit boy and get that cock out your bleachers. I want to see it. Looks fucking big and hard.

I gobbed into his hand which he smeared over his cock, while I pulled my straining dick  out of my jeans.

Boy liked my prick and so will you mate

He edged the blokes arse apart slaping at his cheeks

Need to warm them up for my big dick.

With that he rammed his cock up the arse taking the bloke’s breath away but I noted he was quickly starting to move his bum back and forward as Master pushed up and up.

Like being fucked by a skin don’t you. Like a bit of rough. Look at that fucking bum. You love skin cock don’t you.

Yes, he groaned

I found it a real turn on seeing my master fuck the living daylights out of this bloke, seeing a real skin fuck and knowing I’d just had the cock up my arse. I started to stroke my cock rubbing in the spit to keep the head good and moist. I could feel the precum. Master took hold of my cock  and rubbed it hard while thrusting his own cock further up the bloke’s arse.

What do ya say, scum, the skin said. Go on tell me you fucker.

Oh, fuck me sir really fuck me.

Master had his arm round the bloke’s neck pumping him, in and out, jerking the blokes head back. With a fucking great moan he came his load inside the bloke.

You ain’t finished yet scum. Right skin boy get over here I want to see that cock of yours up this arse. I made it good and warm. The hole’s big and ready for your dick. You’ll feel my spunk once your cock is up.

I didn’t use any spit, I just wanted to fuck him dry. I felt at last like a fucking skin, I didn’t want to be nice I wanted him to know who I was. A skin. I put my hand round his mouth and another round his cock which was fucking hard.

See this scum I’m gonna fuck you hard. Your’e gonna feel every inch of this big dick. You wanna be fucked by a skin don’t you.

I stuffed a hankie into his mouth

Gag on this you fucking queer, shove that arse out and take my fucking dick. You love big cock don’t you. Your’e taking it all, fucking scum bag. 

Shit I liked this fuck ramming my cock up his arse, gagging him and seeing the master stroking his dick which was hard again.

Fuck you I yelled as I came exploding inside load after load of cum. The bloke came at the same time spurting his cum through my hands and groaning, Christ yes, yes, fuck me.

Well done skin boy, youv’e learnt your lesson. I knew you wanted to be a skin as soon as I saw you.

I took my cock out of his arse and wiped it across his cheeks before plunging it back down my jeans with just enough juice left to form a wet patch on the crotch.

One final thing before we leave.

And with that he kneed the bloke in the back forcing him down in the alley. I didn’t need to be told, I knew what to do.

Fuck you you fucking stupid pansy boy, as I laid into his arse with my DMs. That’ll show you to mix with two skins. It felt good to use violence It felt good to call myself a skin.

The master put his arm round my neck and said

Right lets go and see Dave. It’s his gear you’re wearing. Time you’d paid him back. It’s skins together.

We reached a house nearby and Master led the way upstairs. As the door opened I could see the TV on. A video was showing a group of skins gang banging a couple of young guys, shouting abuse at them. I gave my crotch a grope feeling my prick rise as the skins dominated the guys. Lying on a bed was Dave, in his skin kit of white Ben Sherman, black braces and bleachers with Ranger boots and white laces. His hand was rubbing  his crotch and I could see his big hard on straining inside the jeans.

Fucking good this, he said, making me feel fucking hot.

Master put his hand on my shoulder and said

You recognise this skins clothes, Dave. They’re yours. He looked a right pussy boy before I dealt with him but looks fucking good now, don’t he. He was fucking turned on by your cheesy socks and cum stained bleachers.

Yeah?, well he owes me fucking big time. I said I was feeling horny and I can see you eying my big dick. I was just about to get it out for a wank but I can now get it down your throat. As he unbuttoned his fly to force his cock out I didn’t need to be told what to do.

Getting down on my knees I put my arm under his arse and pulled him forward to get him standing and as he stood up my mouth was already covering his knob head. It was a good long cock with a thick head. I spat onto it to make it easier to take and could feel it slipping down the back of my throat. It felt fucking good. As I sucked so my hand started to grope his arse which was tight and large.

He fucking loves my dick. Look at the way he gobbling it. He obviously been on yours first . So you like my fucking skin gear. Bet you love that I’ve come in those jeans, had my spunk fucking running down my legs. Love it don’t you. 

Dave moved his boot under my crotch and rubbed it feeling my hard dick bulging in the jeans.

Fucking good dick there mate. I knew you liked this. 

He then grabbed my head back from his cock and taking hold of a sock rammed it in my mouth.

So you fucking like cheese do ya. Well then here’s a fucking dirty sock that’I’ve had on for days. Fucking stinks don’t it.

The smell was really strong but as I gagged I wanted more. It was so fucking cheesy that I could feel my cock ready to burst with spunk.

Turning round I could see master rubbing his cock, his legs apart, feet firmly planted on the ground.

Dave lifted me up, took out the sock and spat in my face rubbing in the spit with his hand. That’ll do for now. I need to piss after all that beer so ready piss boy.

With that Dave rip with steaming hot piss. It ran over my face and down my front. I wanted it all down my throat as I bent forward to get my mouth as near to his cock tip as possible. Christ it stung but it tasted fucking great and I loved it soaking through my tee shirt and bleachers, after all the jeans already had a piss dried stain from Dave. 

Christ he loves piss this boy, look at the ways he gagging for it, all my fucking steamy piss. Looks as if you are ready for my cock up that arse of yours. I wanna shoot my load. This is better that any fucking video.

I had been turned on by this and my cock was wanting out but I was dammed if he was going to fuck me. I don’t need this shit, I thought, I’m a fucking skin now.

Yeah’ I said putting my face against his, we’ll see who gets fucked. I felt that arse of yours and it’s fucking needing a cock up it and it’s gonna be mine. They may be your clothes but I’m now a skin.

I kneed his cock causing him to crumple then put my arm round his head and yanked it back locking him in my power. Now, we’’ll see who fucking loves it. I pushed him down over a table, stripped him of his braces, undid his flies and yanked his jeans round his ankles. 

Don’t mess with me, it’s time my big dick was up your arse.

Spreading a good load of gob over my dick I forced my cock in. There was no time to waste in case he tried to get out of my grip. Anyway I wanted my cock in his arse.

Fucking hell, he yelled, what a fucking big cock, Christ.

My cock was right up his arse and it felt great.

You fucking like dick in that arse of yours, fucking big dick, my fucking big dick, I hissed in his ear. Take a load of my fucking gob, as I spat into his ear.

His arse started to move tight into my crotch.

That’s some great dick mate, Christ it feels fucking good.

Master had taken his cock out. It looked as good as I remembered. Huge head. He gobbed into his hand and spread the spit up and down his cock.

I ain’t missing out on this. If you two think you can fuck while I just look think again. My cock wants a piece of the action and, skinboy, I remember that arse of yours only too well. You fucking danced on my dick.

He took his hand across my arse and I winced with the pain, but there was no way I was taking my cock out of Dave’s arse. As I started to push my dick higher up Dave’s arse, I felt Master spreading the cheeks of my arse.

One good fuck deserves another, he said.

His hands came round my chest as his cock started to split open my cheeks.His fingers started working on my tits. He was rough with them squeezing them tightly and pulling them. I didn’t give a shit about the pain, its what I expected and it made my cock even harder in Dave’s arse. Also I wanted that dick right up to the hilt and pushed my arse back to take the full length. As I  arched back so Dave moved with making sure my dick was firmly up his arse. I put my arm around Dave and felt his dick rock solid.

Christ this is what I want, fucking a skin and being fucked by one, even better being fucked by the skin with the biggest cock.

Ride my cock boy, master shouted, let me feel all that arse. Like his cock Dave?

Fucking fantastic, go one boy really fuck me I wanna feel that dick the whole way up, go on start wanking me. Ooh, that’s fucking great. Rip my arse apart you skin boy .

Yeah you love this you fucking skin, my dick up your big arse. Go on let me feel it the whole way up, I yelled, Fuck me Master really fuck me.

The 3 of us were glued to one another, humping each other, fucking the living daylights. Skin heads together. Fucking while being fucked was the best ever

Christ really wank me boy I’m about to cum, Christ fuck me hard.

Yeah, master shouted, I’m ready to shoot my load up that arse of your’s. Take it boy and fuck dave for all your worth, go on fuck him and take …this. As he gave a final push dave shot his load all over the table thro’ my hand, lots of sticky cum. That was it. I spurted by spunk up his arse at the same time as I felt a huge warm load up cum up my arse from Master. He shot and shot as I fucked dave senseless. Take that you fucking skin, Christ give me your cum, Master.

The 3 of us collapsed on one another sweat pouring off our bodies. The smell of sweat and cum mixed together was great. As we fell apart, Master turned me round and stuck his tongue down my throat, our mouths glued. You ain’t going nowhere, skin boy. This is where you belong. 

Fuck the pinstripe, I thought, you’re a skin man now. This is life

[witchygagirlwrites]

Muse-Part 2

Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz x reader

An undercover assignment trudges up feelings which leads to more heartbreak

Warnings: sex

You pulled into the lot behind Erin and parked. She climbed out of her car and crossed her arms with a smirk on her face until you parked and got out “What’s that look about Lindsay?” she shook her head “The love struck puppy we have wandering around upstairs?” you shook your head “I can do nothing about that”

She grinned “You know he realizes he fucked up right?” you shrugged “Why did it take losing me to want to stay for me?” she shrugged “He’s a man and men are idiots?” you started laughing and about that time the back door of the station house opened and the man in question walked out with Jay. Both of them exchanged a look when they realized you and Erin were together and laughing. “Why do I feel like we missed the butt of the joke?” Jay asked and you raised an eyebrow “Or are the butt?” and he shot you a playful glare “Easy Muse”

You grinned and cut your eyes at Mouse who gave you a small smile “Morning Muse” you nodded “Morning Gerwitz” if you kept it at that level maybe it wouldn’t hurt. You saw Jay and Erin exchange a look out of the corner of your eye but couldn’t focus on that. You turned your attention from Mouse to Jay “Why are you with my rookie anyways?” he shrugged “We were looking for you two. Case came in”

“Way to bury the lead there Halstead” you rolled your eyes and headed for the door, Erin falling in step with you and the guys following behind the two of you.

How the hell out of every assignment you could’ve gotten handed, you were given the task of sitting on the target? You shifted in the seat of your suv for the ten thousandth time. Mouse cut his eyes at you “Are you ok?”

You nodded “This is bullshit. Voight and Al could’ve done this. He knows I hate surveillance. I think I’m in the damn corner or something for choosing to work with the D.A.’s office” he laughed lightly “I’m sorry” you raised an eyebrow “Why are you sorry?” he shrugged “It’s my fault you took the job” you waved a hand through the air “Doesn’t matter now, does it”

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Mouse got quiet then, he didn’t want to push you because you’d actually spoken to him. That was the most you’d said to him since you’d come back.  He missed you so damn much.  He was starting to think he was under some sort of punishment as well. Being trapped in this close of quarters with you was nothing short of torture when all he wanted was for you to talk to him about everything that happened between the two of you. He wanted to apologize. He’d hurt you so damn bad. He’d promised to protect your heart and had shredded it instead.

“Officer Gerwitz?” you called and when he cut his eyes at you his heart flipped when you had the smallest of smirks on your face “Yeah sweetheart?” the moment he called you that your face fell “Pay attention to your job rookie. You fuck up and it’s gonna look bad on me” 

Of course, you’d given a sliver of an olive branch and he fucked it up. “Yes ma’am” he replied and you looked back out the front window, ignoring him all together when you said “Voight better call it soon or I may go kick the damn door in”

After the fruitless surveillance Voight sent you and Mouse on, he decided on a different angle. You would roll up some of the crew and see if they’d flip. The only issue was you had to do it on the sly. “Black out gear all around. Al and I will drive. You get in, snatch their asses and get out”

You watched Voight give orders and your eyes flickered over towards Mouse. Black out ops were always quick and left no room for mistakes. You had two targets. Two teams were going in. Jay was leading one and Erin the other. Jay would have you and Kim backing him while Erin had Mouse and Adam. Kevin and Antonio would be watching everyone’s backs at the entrance.

“Gear up and roll out” Voight ordered so you stood to head down to roll up, ignoring how Mouse watched you the entire way. You couldn’t do this right now.

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You stood next to Kim in the bullpen while Voight had one perp in interrogation one and Al had the other in interrogation two. Everything went smoothly. Mouse fit into the unit beautifully in the field, you had to admit it. “How’s it going?” she asked and you nodded “Fine” she laughed “Been there” you shook your head “I’m not taking him back”

She cut her eyes at you “Are you sure?” you shrugged “I still love him Kim. I always will but I can’t trust him” she nodded slowly “I get it but I see how you look at him. How are you two going to keep working together with all this left unsaid?” you shrugged “I’ll figure it out” “Ok. If you need anyone to talk to, let me know” 

Both guys ended up rolling. You needed their boss who would be at his club the following night. The problem was major crimes was investigating his club. After Voight made some phone calls it was decided that four of you from intelligence would go undercover and a few detectives from Major crimes would back the other six. 

You were sitting at your desk when Voight walked out of his office “Burgess and Ruzek, you’re going under together” the two of them nodded then Voight’s eyes landed on you “Muse, you’re going under” you nodded “I can handle that. Who’s my partner?” he nodded to Mouse.

You felt your stomach hit your feet “He’s never done undercover work, has he?” Voight shrugged “He’s done some buys with Halstead and Ruzek and did fine” you shook your head “Buys and actual undercovers are two different things”

“You all were rookies once Kid” you rolled your eyes “With all due respect why the hell am I jumping through hoops? You let me go to the D.A! How long are you gonna bust my balls?” he crossed his arms and stared you down “As long as I want. I’m your sergeant, Muse. Now are you gonna have a hissy fit or do your damn job” you shook your head “I’m gonna do my damn job and do it well but know I’m not happy about it” he shrugged “You don't got to be happy just get it done”

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You stood to walk towards the break room and heard Al fall in step behind you. “I know, I know I shouldn’t argue with him like that”  you turned to face him and he shook his head “Hank’s a big boy, I’m just checking on you. Are you going to be able to handle this? Going under close with Mouse?”  you nodded “I can handle it because it’s my job. Hell I’ve had to act like I want Ruzek before” 

Adam walked into the break room about that time and froze with a grin “What did I do?” Al shook his head with a laugh and patted your shoulder “If you need to get pulled you know the code. I’ll pull it and deal with Hank”  you shook your head “I got this O. Thank you though”

“Erin, seriously?” you stared at the outfit she’d handed you and she grinned “You and Kim have to play arm candy” you shook your head “Why the hell can’t Adam and Greg be arm candy and we be the damn buyers for once?”

Adam walked behind you about the time and whistled “Thanks for the compliment Muse but I don’t think I could pull of Kim’s outfit and I know for a fact Mouse couldn’t pull that off” you cut your eyes back at him with a smirk “I don’t know, might be worth it to see you both in heels”  He was already dressed in his suit and Kim was in her dress. You just weren’t a fan of the choice. 

Erin shrugged “This was the best option Muse” you sighed and took it “Fine. Come help me with zippers” she nodded and followed you into the bathroom.

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Mouse walked into rollup behind Kevin. Everyone was getting ready to head out. The detectives from Major Crimes were there, Kim and Adam had their coms in. He had his in, they were just waiting on you because from what Jay said you’d argued with Erin over the outfit until the final moment possible.

“There she is!” Jay groaned and Mouse turned to see you coming down the steps behind Erin. You shot Jay a glare. The damn black dress you were wearing had a plunging neckline, hugged every curve deliciously and looked like it was made for you. The way Erin had done your hair and makeup along with it? He had to remind himself this was work, you weren’t his anymore. Fuck, why weren’t you his? 

Ryan Fergurson from Major Crimes grinned when you made it down the stairs “Well detective you know how to make an appearance don’t you?” “Don’t you think it’s just slightly inappropriate to be looking at her ass when you’re supposed to be watching all of ours?” Mouse blurted out without thinking when he saw the way the man was looking at you.

You turned to look at him with an eyebrow raised as Antonio cleared his throat “With that being said, let's play nice boys and girls and get a move on” 

You and Mouse were riding with Adam and Kim since their undercovers Brody and Wyatt  were in business together. You fell in step next to Mouse as the two of you followed Adam and Kim out to the suv “What the fuck was that?” he shrugged “Asshole is drooling over you when he should be doing his damn job” you shook your head “Really Gerwitz? You embarrassed the hell out of me” he cut his eyes at you “I didn’t like how he was looking at you. Adam would’ve done the same over Kim, Jay over Erin” You scoffed “They’re with them Greg. You’re not with me” and hurried to catch up with Adam and Kim.

He felt his heart drop at the reminder, the anger in your eyes. He hadn’t meant to embarrass you. Hell he hadn’t really even meant to say anything. It was just when that asshole had his eyes glued to your chest, it was say something or break his jaw. He figured a few tossed words were a better option than a thrown punch. He sighed and climbed into the suv. 

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The job was simple enough. The four of you just had to go in, observe the club and make sure the boss was there and see just how many flunkies he had backing him. Of course that was so much easier said than done when every other couple in the place were wrapped around each other the moment the four of you walked into the door.

Kim cut her eyes at you “Ashleigh, want a drink?” you nodded “Yeah, let's go grab one” Mouse squeezed your hand as you pulled away from him and you weren’t sure if it was him or Wyatt but either way it made your heart flip.  “I’ll be right back baby” you cooed and gently directed him towards Adam “You and Brody have clear line of vision on me and Tonya” he smiled “Ok love” and your heart damn near dove out of your chest. Why the fuck did he have to call you love when that’s the one damn name he never used until after the two of you got serious?

You followed Kim across the club, her hand secure in yours as the two of you made your way to the bar. Both yours and hers eyes tracked everyone around you the entire way. So far you’d clocked three bodyguards. “Virgin pina coladas” she ordered and the bartender nodded and went to make your order. She leaned closer and tapped her com “I clocked two on the north end of the building” you tilted your head, tapping your com as well “Three on the south” “Copy that” Jay’s voice in your ear was a bit of a calming factor. Once your drinks were handed back you made your way back over to where Adam and Mouse were waiting. You needed to make your way over to the far end of the club where all the managers were. The C.I.s had gotten Brody a booth reserved.

Adam pulled her into his arms “Bout time you made it back gorgeous” you were jealous how easy this was for them. You had no problem with any undercover you were given but this? This may prove to be a bit of a pain. Adam nodded at Mouse “C’mon Wyatt, let's check out this so called VIP section this place boasts about”

Mouse’s arm slipped around your waist and you inhaled sharply when his fingertips brushed against the bareskin left by the cut out in the dress. If he noticed he didn’t say anything thankfully. “You ok baby?” he asked and you smiled “I’m perfect Wyatt” holding his eyes to remind him that this was fake. 

The two of you followed Adam and Kim through the club, eyeing the fact that there were multiple offices and short of the asshole coming out and announcing he was here it may very well be hard to tell. Once you got to the reserved booth and were comfortable you all moved closer. When you realized the fact that the four of you crowding looked weird you moved to sit in Mouse’s lap and Kim did the same to Adam. That way the two of them could just shift slightly closer and talking would be easier without pulling attention.

One of his hands was at your hip, his thumb tracing patterns through the dress. You tried to ignore that and how it made your stomach flip any time he shifted his legs. “We need to check those offices” you had a hand on Mouse’s shoulder to brace yourself and to just sell this better as you leaned closer to her, a fake smile in place “How the hell do you propose we do Tonya?” 

She shrugged “Four of us. They’re armed” you cut your eyes at Mouse and he nodded. You shook your head “That’s not fair that we only get the ceramic blades O gets us” he grinned “I won’t let nothing happen to ya Ashleigh” you rolled your eyes then looked back at Kim “Two a piece? First one finds anything good hollers Marco, other set hollers polo then we get the hell out and let everyone come in to roll his ass up?” she nodded “Sounds like a plan”

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The first office you and Mouse checked was empty. No lights, the sound, nothing. The second office you hit paydirt. Georgio Travis was inside on a phone call. You shared a smile with him as you tapped your com “Marco” and heard Adam respond in time along with Jay and Voight. 

You and Mouse were moving to walk out of the hallway when the office opened from one way and a bodyguard started coming from the other. Fuck, this was bad. There was no way to explain the two of you just being in a side hallway. “Kiss me” you whispered and he looked confused for a second before you pulled him against you, putting your back to the wall. The shock quickly wore off the moment his lips brushed against yours. One of his hands went to your jaw, tilting your head and he rolled his lips against yours, flicking his tongue into your mouth. The other hand was at your hip, teasing the skin there with how rough his grip was. When his hand moved from your jaw down to wrap just enough around your throat you whimpered lightly into his mouth.

“Excuse me” you heard the bodyguard and you two broke apart, chest heaving. Mouse turned to face the guy, keeping himself between you and him. “Yeah man?” the bodyguard shook his head but luckily laughed “At least take that shit in that bathroom. Not outside my boss man’s office” Mouse grinned “Sorry about that. She just looks so damn good”

Mouse grabbed your hand and pushed you in front of him as you two walked out of the hallway. Your heart was pounding in your chest as he whispered “Fuck that was close Muse” you shot him a glare “Yeah Wyatt, that was” you weren’t outside yet. You were still under. His eyes widened when he realized his slip but there was no time for that. The exit was a little too close and you could spot Adam’s head slip back in to look for you. You grabbed his hand and gave it a tug “Come on”

The more you thought about it, the more you got pissed off. If someone would have heard him. It could have put everything at risk. Not to mention why did he have to call you love? Or put his damn hand around your throat like that? He was trying to fucking torment you.

He’d broken your heart, your trust! Not the other way around. He had no right to be acting like this. You parked behind his truck and slammed your car door before walking up to the front door of his place. He wanted you to talk to him, dammit you were going to talk to him.

Mouse heard a knock at his door and didn’t know who the hell it was. Jay was out with Erin, he didn’t really have many friends outside of the unit. He walked over to answer the door and there you stood, looking rather pissed off. “Can I come in?” you asked as you walked past him. “Of course” he replied, shutting the door and turning to face you. “Is something wrong?”

You scoffed when he asked was something wrong. “Is something wrong? Really Greg?” he shrugged “I don’t remember doing anything to piss you off this bad” you shook your head “That shit calling me Muse in the club. You not only put us at risk, you put everyone at risk” he dropped his gaze “Fuck, I know. I’m sorry it’s just..kissing you, having you in my arms? I was lucky I was thinking that damn clearly” “That’s another thing!” you nearly yelled waving your hands through the air and knew you had to look half crazy at this point.

“What?” he asked and you pointed at him “The way you look at me. Like I ripped your heart out instead of the other way around. You fucking left me Greg, before I ever left you” he was watching you like you were the most important thing in the world to him and it pissed you off and ripped you apart at the same time. He took a step towards you “You think I don’t know I hurt you? You think that I don’t regret that every damn day?” you shook your head “I never should’ve come back to the unit”

You brushed past him with intentions of leaving. You had your hand on the door when he said “You’re all I ever think about Muse” you spun around to face him “Were you thinking about me when you wanted to leave me? When you looked me in the eyes and told me there was nothing in Chicago worth keeping you here?” you could feel tears forming in your eyes but it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen you cry before “Were you thinking about me when you got so far in your head you wouldn’t see that you were hurting me when you swore you never would?”

He swallowed hard, eyes glued to you. “Fuck it” you muttered, grabbing him by the belt loops to snatch him to you and the moment he got close enough you pulled him down into a kiss. His lips found yours in a hungry kiss and your hands slid under his shirt, nails teasing his skin causing him to groan into your mouth as he broke away from you long enough to meet your eyes, chest heaving “Muse, what do you want here baby?” you let your eyes skim over his body as an answer and he shrugged before snatching his shirt over his head and tossing it.

The moment his chest was bare to you, you turned him around against the door. You barely teased a kiss against his lips before moving to kiss across his jaw and down his neck, nipping at the spots you knew would have him gripping your hips tight enough to leave bruises. Your nails were leaving light marks down his chest and his eyes fluttered shut as he moaned your name. Suddenly he grabbed your hands and your back was against the door with your arms pinned over your head and he was standing in front of you “Say you want me, please” 

“I want you Greg” you whispered and he grinned “Thank god” then crashed his lips against yours before his hands slipped down behind your thighs so he could pick you up. You gasped lightly and wrapped your legs around his waist. He laughed into the kiss “Forget I can manhandle you?” you grinned “Just surprised still” he headed for his bedroom “Let me remind you”

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Mouse dropped you to his bed and within moments you were both stripped. He held himself up over you “Are you sure about this?” “Greg!” you warned and he grinned “Yes ma’am” and pressed a kiss to your lips, his fingers teasing at your slit before one long digit slipped into you. Your back arched off the bed at the touch, a low moan leaving you as he added a second finger, curling them both to tease over that spot inside of you. 

“I missed you so damn much” he whispered, breaking from your lips to tease at your neck with his lips and teeth as he worked you towards an orgasm. You whimpered when he bit down on your pulse point at the same time he twisted his wrist at just the right angle, adding pressure to your clit with the heel of his hand. 

You felt that sensation start to build right before he curled his fingers just right that your vision went soft around the edges as your orgasm slammed into you. You moaned his name out, clenching around his fingers as he worked you through the orgasm.

Once you stopped shaking a bit he slipped his fingers out of you and smiled, slipping them into his mouth to clean them. “Still taste so damn sweet my little Muse” you whimpered and he grinned before crashing his lips against yours, letting you taste yourself on his lips.

He moved to kiss down your body and you shook your head “Baby, please?” That man always loved eating you out. Loved having you tug his hair, beg him not to stop while you cried about it being too much but you needed him now. “I want you inside me Greg, please” you spoke and he nodded “I got you baby”

He positioned himself between your legs, cock teasing at your entrance then he froze. “I don’t have a condom” you smiled because that meant he hadn’t been with anyone else. “Still on birth control” you replied and he nodded, lining himself up before slowly pushing into you. Your head fell back on the pillows. Fuck, fuck fuck. Every damn emotion you’d ever had for this man came rushing to you in that moment. You felt tears spring to your eyes at the feeling. “Muse?” he asked and you nodded “I’m good”

He pressed a kiss to your lips “Then let me see you” you opened your eyes that you hadn’t even realized you closed and fuck how he was looking at you “I love you Muse” he whispered before giving a roll of his hips. Your hands flew to his shoulders, leg hooking around his waist as a moan of his name fell from your lips. He buried his face in the bend of your neck, hips quickly finding a rhythm that had your nails leaving traces of you behind in his flesh as he pushed you closer and closer to that edge. 

When his hand slipped between your bodies, long fingers teasing at your clit, your back arched off the bed as you came, clenching hard around him. He grunted as he continued to fuck you through the orgasm  “Fuck baby, squeezing me so damn hard”  you pulled him into a messy kiss that was all tongue and teeth but neither of you could’ve cared. His hands went to your hips, spreading your legs further and bringing them both up to rest on his shoulders.

You cried out when he gave a sharp snap of his hips in this new angle. Fuck, it felt so damn amazing it was borderline painful. “That good?” he asked and you nodded “Fuck me Greg, please” he groaned “Any time, any where” 

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Your knees were damn near on your shoulders as Mouse fucked you, every thrust slamming the headboard into the wall. You were sobbing his name, nails digging into his flesh as he worked you both closer and closer to that edge. When he slipped a hand between you to find your clit your head fell back, legs shaking around him as you came. His hips never lost their rhythm as they snapped into yours, chasing his own high. When he finally came with a low moan of your name as he buried himself inside of you with a final thrust, the feeling of him cumming was enough to push your already overworked pussy over that edge once more because your eyes rolled back slightly as your legs shook and you moaned his name out.

 He stilled after a moment, both of your chests heaving. He slowly lowered your legs, rubbing them both tentatively. “Did I hurt you?” you shook your head “No” and he smiled, pressing another kiss to your lips “Let me clean you up” he pulled out of you and apologized when you whined at the feeling. “I’ll grab you something to drink too beautiful”

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You watched him walk out of the room and a sinking feeling settled in your chest. You’d just had sex with your ex that you were still very much in love with. He was probably thinking you just took him back and you couldn’t be more confused at the moment. You’d come here to argue with him, not this.

When he came back with a warm towel you averted your eyes as he helped you clean up then offered you a bottle of water. You took the water and set up in the bed, wrapping the sheet around yourself “I’ll um..I’ll go when my legs are back to one hundred” he smiled slightly “Go?”

You nodded “Yeah to my place?” he pointed to the bed “Stay here” you shook your head “Greg, I can’t” his face fell and he looked around before finding his boxers and slipped them on, pushing his hair back. “Why?” 

“Greg, I didn’t come here looking to do that” he shrugged “Not like I was complaining Muse. I haven’t gone a moment without thinking about you since the day you left me” you lowered your eyes to your hands “We’re not..we’re not back together Greg”

When he didn’t say anything you slowly looked up and he was staring at you “What?” he shook his head “Bullshit, I know you. You don’t do casual sex” “And I never thought you would’ve tried to go back into a war over building a future with me!” you argued and his shoulders dropped “I didn’t”

You nodded “After I left. You decided after I left” you could feel tears start to hit your eyes so you wrapped the sheet tighter around you and climbed out of the bed to go in search of your own clothes. “I love you Muse. I have always loved you. When I considered that it was because I wanted to be a better man for you” he spoke low. 

Your eyes flew up, dropping the sheet in favor of picking up your clothes and not caring. “Or you could’ve talked to me, let me in and realized that I fucking loved you with everything I had”

“Loved?” his voice was so low it broke you. You shook your head and started to get dressed but he stopped you, hands grabbing your wrists. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t love me anymore” he spoke and you shook your head “I can’t” “Then why can’t you just let me back in? You just let me have you then you’re gonna turn around and tell me no it was a one time thing?”

You slowly raised your eyes to meet his and swallowed hard, both of you had tears in your eyes “I don’t know what to do here Greg. I don’t trust you. It’s only been a few months. How can I be sure you won’t leave when you get bored of me?” he dropped your wrists like they burnt “Is that how you feel? Like I got bored of you?” you nodded, finishing getting dressed.

“I have never been more whole than at your side” he spoke and you shook your head “And I still wasn’t enough” he nodded slowly “What about work?” you shrugged “Act like this never happened. Please?” 

“Ok” he replied and you nodded “Ok”

You barely made it out to your car before tears started falling. Fuck how did you fuck everything up yet again? You wanted nothing more than to curl up to him, tell him you loved him still and to trust that he meant everything he said but did he?

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Mouse watched you walk out of his door and felt his heart break all over again. How the fuck could he go into work tomorrow and act like that didn’t just happen? He’d broken your trust and had no clue how to get it back. He loved you more than he ever thought he could love someone. Why the hell had he ever let his issues come between you and him? 

He had everything in the palm of his hand and fucking self sabotaged it. He had to go into work and act like he hadn’t held you in his arms and watched you walk out yet again. What would it take to prove himself to you? He had to figure it out before he lost you for good. 

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DOES LUIS KNOW HOW DISTRACTING HE IS IN THE SHOOTING RANGE BECAUSE OH MY GOD

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Separate cotl opinion/headcanon

The fight with Nari was not close. The Lamb kicked his ass.

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